Released: April 20, 2018
Featuring: Dave
Songwriter: Dave Nines
Producer: John Savage
[Verse 1: Nines]
He's always on the main selling draws in the rain
He spent a mortgage on chains, these niggas use their apps more than their brains, let's go
How can I wife her when my cousin hit it
Broke bitches walking round, Louis bags nothing in it
All that bullshit that you see on the news
And what they teach in the schools has got the peoples confused (Uh)
All these fake niggas acting like they love me
She looked pretty but her personality's ugly
I can't stop trapping till I got about eight figures
I ain't antisocial, just can't be around these fake niggas
I just can't understand it, how you mock a foreign nigga's accent
Only speak one language
I coulda copped a thousand Red Bottoms but I'm on my grind
Trackie and some Nikes is what I'm walking these blocks in
Nowadays they judge you by your status, your cars and your trainers
Your clothes, but, I was born naked
It's Nines
[Verse 2: Dave]
I don't know how I should feel
Are you friend or you foe? Are you fake or you real?
It's... it's like it's all a reverse
Girls are acting like man, and man are acting like girls
A'ight... I ain't tweeting these hoes
I got a dream of my own, that's why I'm sleeping alone
I want a girl that I can reason with
But it's like I'm looking for my rock inside a sea full of stones
[Verse 3: Nines]
Copped my first Q, knew one day I'll take over
Who am I? I got my surname from a slave owner
Flying birds, bussing guns, that's the life we chose
Niggas sleep on good girls, wife these hoes
I've never been around these rappers and ain't had my burner
Can't style on me bitch, your man's a worker
I just made 100k and I ain't paid tax
All the kids whip now so I just sell yay packs
My nigga got deported, said he need some P
I told him Cash got 30 fam at least you're free
On the strip with the akhis but they don't know 'bout deen
It must be karma the way that bitch sold me a dream
My nigga calling my worker to get through to me
But I can't speak cause that nigga rang me out last week
I got nicked for some bud, then they threw me in the can
Wonder why I still grind? 'Cah I do it for the fam
It's Nines
He's always on the main selling draws in the rain
He spent a mortgage on chains, these niggas use their apps more than their brains, let's go
How can I wife her when my cousin hit it
Broke bitches walking round, Louis bags nothing in it
All that bullshit that you see on the news
And what they teach in the schools has got the peoples confused (Uh)
All these fake niggas acting like they love me
She looked pretty but her personality's ugly
I can't stop trapping till I got about eight figures
I ain't antisocial, just can't be around these fake niggas
I just can't understand it, how you mock a foreign nigga's accent
Only speak one language
I coulda copped a thousand Red Bottoms but I'm on my grind
Trackie and some Nikes is what I'm walking these blocks in
Nowadays they judge you by your status, your cars and your trainers
Your clothes, but, I was born naked
It's Nines
[Verse 2: Dave]
I don't know how I should feel
Are you friend or you foe? Are you fake or you real?
It's... it's like it's all a reverse
Girls are acting like man, and man are acting like girls
A'ight... I ain't tweeting these hoes
I got a dream of my own, that's why I'm sleeping alone
I want a girl that I can reason with
But it's like I'm looking for my rock inside a sea full of stones
[Verse 3: Nines]
Copped my first Q, knew one day I'll take over
Who am I? I got my surname from a slave owner
Flying birds, bussing guns, that's the life we chose
Niggas sleep on good girls, wife these hoes
I've never been around these rappers and ain't had my burner
Can't style on me bitch, your man's a worker
I just made 100k and I ain't paid tax
All the kids whip now so I just sell yay packs
My nigga got deported, said he need some P
I told him Cash got 30 fam at least you're free
On the strip with the akhis but they don't know 'bout deen
It must be karma the way that bitch sold me a dream
My nigga calling my worker to get through to me
But I can't speak cause that nigga rang me out last week
I got nicked for some bud, then they threw me in the can
Wonder why I still grind? 'Cah I do it for the fam
It's Nines