letra de god bless the 9ine - real dope world
intro:
k!ll ‘em with the vibe, k!ll ‘em with the sick flows
any man a wan test you, omo na weak low
verse:
the last child of aderonke
you can tell from the way that i rap that i don’t care
about who say he the best or who say he gon murder everybody in the game and rest (pele)
are you getting bread are you getting fed
or are you getting dead are you getting fed up
if you want a verse you gotta bread up
that ain’t chеap no more, this ain’t 6 no more
listen, i know thе 6ix been up for a minute
but in three minutes it’ll be time for the 9ine
around me you gotta keep it 99
plus one, make i no go hear say them burst one
pause one, if you got the juice put the sauce on
you know that getting big bags is the custom
put that on repeat when you hit the junction
coz we never going broke from this juncture
my body clock been f-cked up, preparing for this album
now i’m done i just wanna sit and grow a fandom
sick of people not calling me god’s champion
you know i win, you know i came from the startup
it’s not about the best who can rhyme
i’m tryna make a n-gga kanye west from a dime
and put my name on forbes when they see what i afford
build a company like ford, before i hit my prime
coz music is my soul and my fuel
it feels so good that it’s my source of funds
i’m really tryna get my 40 acres and a mule
and make this sh-t organic never force the fun
coz yunno every time that i rhyme
i’m tryna get paid keep the family fed
never started big, they know i started with a dime
i’m tryna go out and win the family bread
so if you down for the 9ine, and you feeling this vibe
wave your hands and say, (god bless the 9ine)
throw gang signs up, coz we bouta blow up
and this sh-t don’t stop, (god bless the 9ine)
if you snooze you lose, so i put on my shoes
never stop when i choose, (god bless the 9ine)
from the front to the back, all my gees don’t lack
got the money in a sack, (god bless the 9ine)
sa if you down for the 9ine, and you feeling this vibe
wave your hands and say, (god bless the 9ine)
throw gang signs up, coz we bouta blow up
and this sh-t don’t stop, (god bless the 9ine)
if you snooze you lose, so i put on my shoes
never stop when i choose, (god bless the 9ine)
from the front to the back, all my gees don’t lack
got the money in a sack
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