Stories - T9ine

Look and I be feeling like the closest people round me hatin'

Get out the way, bitch it ain’t you, it’s the paper I’m chasin'

No motivation in the bricks, if I need it I take it

You badder than them but don’t be cocky, to me bitch you basic

I rather just blow before I let 'em take me

We all go through problems, it’s just how you face 'em

They don’t know my story, where I come from

I just want money, I’on want love

I just want money, I’on want love

Can’t hear what they sayin', cuz they ain’t sayin' nun

We gon' ball like the NBA when the bread come

And I play dumb but I’m the one who I’ma ride for

Give me the word, them shells drop when we ride up

Like check the score, bitch I’ma bread winner

And a painkiller, same nigga, out the trenches wit it

Tell 'em mind they business, the sickest nigga who ever did it

I’ma be remembered, he pussy don’t see the dog in 'em, let them dogs get em

We conniving, so they don’t trust us

Like can’t you tell that i’ve been giving up

Sometime I wish that it was how it was, when we was down in the gutta it was

just us

I won’t catch feelings, that shit new to me

Ride wit two cuttas, so I’ma shoot like it was two of me

I came from the gutta, no hard of hustle, no ain’t no hoe in me,

Been touchin' this money but I ain’t selfish, let my brothers eat

Look out for the snakes, they everywhere, they keep surrounding me

Before we go up, Just let me know you really down for me

I’m here for the riches, If you ain’t wit it you a clown to me

No love for these bitches, so if I hurt you my apologies

They watching my move, paparazzi, I gave 'em more to see

Alert so I’m clutchin', can’t let these niggas get the best of me

«9ine, what you cookin'?» We bringin' heat, they want the recipe

Talk down on my name but they don’t mean it, it’s just jealousy

Look and I be feeling like the closest people round me hatin'

Get out the way, bitch it ain’t you, it’s the paper I’m chasin'

No motivation in the bricks, if I need it I take it

You badder than them but don’t be cocky, to me bitch you basic

I rather just blow before I let 'em take me

We all go through problems, it’s just how you face 'em

They don’t know my story, where I come from

I just want money, I’on want love

I just want money, I’on want love