Lyrics Tony Soprano 3 - Nines

"Remember: Nines is like the best kept secret in black music
You don't realise how big Nina is until you really realise
If you don't know
Man's going number 20 on a Daily Duppy like it's nothing
What you talking about?
You know what I mean?
Last album, it's gonna be bangers on there, crazy
Tony Soprano 3
I had half of London high
With this kinda yay, the fiends touch the sky
Zino died I had to move like a boss
Snatch my chain, it could pay for your funeral costs
These bitches make me wanna change number
I had zips in the hood like a Bape jumper
Last night the gang chilled
I drank so much I had a Liverpool like Anfield
He says he's getting dough but I'm not sure
You see that niggas chains? I got golf clubs that cost more
Me and my nigga Karlos in the lab
Gotta go hard or go yard like my bitches bag
I thought she would never lie
Till she changed on me like a gemini
They robbed Helmo, of course they'll rob me if they could
And they wonder why I hardly be in the hood
Let's go
Even on the school run I got my ting
Missed my daughter's first birthday, I was on the wing
And it was only for a year and it still aged me
I got niggas doing 30, it must feel crazy
Big 4 fizzy on me, pray I don't get stopped
My nigga's girl left before he hopped off the sweatbox
I went fashion week and I brought a plus three
But when the cell doors closed it was just me
I seen mad losses
Now the mansion so big I need 3 tag boxes
When every label was tryna sign me
I had every plug in the country tryna find me
I'm the worker, the plug and the middle man
Heard that nigga got a 9 to 5, who's a likkle man? (Pussy)
When we out in DBX, them hoes get excited
I just pray none of my niggas get extradited
I'm tryna decide
Should I cop the rainbow dial, put my pride to the side?
I wanted to be like BMF, I turned into Meech
Still on my grind, now I just work from a beach
We'll call you, don't call us
You don't get pussy
Roll with me, I made my whole tour buss
I don't care about a hoe's feelings
Went back to the hood, I ain't used to the low ceilings
CSB, we the actual mob
Tryna get these billions like Axelrod
These niggas ain't plugs they've got expensive prices
Had to pay the governor he tried to send me Isis
In the kitchen, whipping up a potion
My lighthouse ain't in the middle of the ocean nigga
She crossed the line
My nigga caught his girl cheating and ain't leave
Fam, he lost his mind
They're lying on the gram about watches they can't afford
You've got too much time on your hands
I always knew you was a hater
Fam you ain't a hitta cause you're at the range shooting at some paper
I'm the blueprint like Jay Z
I ain't fucked her forever and she still tryna claim me
The streets are crazy
There's no telling who will die next
Send my youngers shop for a blender and a pyrex
I just had to set a plan
I just wanted Danielle or Keisha and a TT like Megaman
All these grown men gossiping
They don't wanna see me in the field masked up like Osimhen
I'm still here i've seen the rest fall
My chicks bums soft I just squeeze it like a stress ball
Fly my girl Italy like let's Rome
Crop Circle chain glowing like its fresh home
Free my nigga Jazzy, that's my family
I posted free Palestine, they shadowbanned me
It's Nines
"It's the end of an era
You know what I mean?
He's definitely the G.O.A.T
In my humble opinion
Just watching him become an entrepreneur is gonna be phenomenal
All his albums are gonna live forever
But it's a sad day in rap, man."