CRS Westwood Shutdown - Nines

Change, don't change (don't change) I want you just the way you are (just the way you...) Don't ever change Honey, I'm begging you (please stay) Won't you please... Yeah, uh, yeah (don't ever change) If you my shorty, you my shorty till the end, no switchin' lanes, uh (Make sure you don't ever change) See from them bandos to them planes They down, you do the same dawg, yeah (don't ever change) 'Cause if another one of my shorties play that game I'll go insane dawg (make sure you don't ever change) You know I love you just the way you are (uh) She wanna dress to the nine and sex all the time She wanna brag that I'm her man, tag me on the 'gram She wanna get on my nerves better than Spurs She wanna get rude on the phone, spoon when I'm home She want a couple racks so she can spend it on shoes She wanna pick up her ratchet friends in my Porsche She wanna check all my texts, threaten my ex's She wants bags from Chanel, she wanna travel the world She wanna lock me down, she wanna boss me around She wanna play-fight with me on a late night She wanna type my name and act insane, uh She wanna ignore me but she watchin' my stories She like "I know you're a rapper but when do you rap? And you never use a card, always spendin' these stacks" (don't worry 'bout it) How could somethin' so good be so bad for me? She love me then the next minute, she mad at me (Just make sure you don't change, don't ever change) If you my shorty, you my shorty till the end, no switchin' lanes, uh (Make sure you don't ever change) See from them bandos to them planes They down, you do the same dawg, yeah (Don't ever change) 'Cause if another one of my shorties Play that game, I'll go insane dawg (Make sure you don't ever change) You know I love you just the way you are You know I love you just the way you are, girl, you a star Money taller than The Shard, you really settin' the bar The Bentley was push to start, yeah, I did it Buy Balenciaga while abroad, yeah, I did it See, I was overseas, I was thinkin' 'bout you She in love with Louis V and she in love with me too But this here love reside up in the game My trust just ain't the same you see But I would never change and no, my mind would never change, ah Yeah (don't ever change) If you my shorty, you my shorty till the end, no switchin' lanes, uh (Make sure you don't ever change) See from them bandos to them planes They down, you do the same dawg, yeah (don't ever change) 'Cause if another one of my shorties play that game I'll go insane dawg (make sure you don't ever change) You know I love you just the way you are, ahh, yeah

Lie, lie, lie, somebody tellin' lies on me Know what happened last summer, why'd you lie? Oh Zino Records, hahahaha My nigga asked me if I'm strapped, told him "Course I got the ting" Fuck a middle man, I even get my water from the spring Copped my chick a mink, got her lookin' like a polar bear Chauffeur outside and I ain't goin' nowhere No one helped me in this maze Doubled up my re-up then I gave myself a raise Now I'm wealthy off the haze Used to throw my shot a key's Now he owe me couple G's If we was in jail, I woulda thrown him off the freeze, uh I was gettin' paid before my deal I ain't ever had a job, my first payslip was a mil Still remember all them dead nights When my block was like Amsterdam Bitches sellin' pussy from the red lights I did crops with the scousers I had Glocks in my trousers They was droppin' me ounces Now we're shoppin' for houses I was pedalling pies of heroin Rich nigga shit, I eat fries with everything, uh There ain't a summer I ain't shell the block Came through on R1's doin' twelve o'clock When my album drops, the whole world should stop And my new crop's louder than Jurgen Klopp It's Nines I got nothin' to lose, it's just me against the world It's just me against the world, uh I got nothin' to lose, it's just me against the world (yeah, uh) It's just me against the world, uh I'm that prolific, holistic, grown misfit (ah) Fam, I'm like a shaved dice cah I roll different (trust) Yeah, I'm from the western so you know I know Smith and I'm a thot, get me lit, only right we pole gripping Strip clubbin', with a honey coke sniffin' Said it's my turn, nah babe, you just go innit With my nigga Master P, told me that there's no limit We done kicked doors, tellin' niggas "Put the cold in it" Listen, it's just me against the world Or it's ego, that just means it's me against myself (facts) Family, I'm tryna redefine the L's Life's like the drug game, you gotta realign the scales Link Nina under the Burj Khalifa Never let me pay the bill but I got you on the rebound (my nigga) Yo, at least let me pay for the service I ain't religious, still link Nines at the churches, facts I got nothin' to lose, it's just me against the world It's just me against the world, uh I got nothin' to lose, it's just me against the world It's just me against the world, uh

I didn't choose this life, see this shit just chose me Used to be in the ends, now everywhere they know me I'm still that boy getting dough with my niggas I lost my friends on the road to some killers I still keep it 100, yeah, yeah Now they call me whenever they want me I'mma take it all the way I'mma put my city on the map and that's that Line blowing, no time to sit down And if the album does numbers, then the prices on the bricks down Can't take that prick's behaviour But it's droughty and he helps me get packs like a fitness trainer Still can't believe the industry let a hustler shine I'm flying birds, I bust my nine, I'm taking off just in time Still ain't ready to give up my line I just hit the booth Then it's back to flip mode when I bust a rhyme Trap music, made my nigga lock for fifty racks Said his P's in my dogs house like Frank Lucas Most of jail niggas, all they wanna do is chat Come like bitches on the wing, orange is the new black My nigga told me quick, I don't need them B flips Don't worry, I'm on the top of my game like Wii Fit For the people that said that I'd never prosper I'm gonna shut down Harlesden Pouring money out a helicopter I didn't choose this life, see this shit just chose me Used to be in the ends, now everywhere they know me I'm still that boy getting dough with my niggas I lost my friends on the road to some killers I still keep it 100, yeah, yeah Now they call me whenever they want me I'mma take it all the way I'mma put my city on the map and that's that Prada shoes, Burberry coat It's like these guys prefer me broke Niggas getting rushed, it was funny but it weren't a joke Heard they want to run up in the base, it's a myth Guns all around the house like Mr and Mrs Smith She said she never met a mobstar I just spent two thousand on this tux looking like I left the opera She thinks that I'm a thugged out nigga with P But I'm really a nice guy like despicable me Uh, if I'm on a madting, guarantee my niggas on it Soon buy my mum and aunty benzes with some ribbons on it Tried to put him on, but he ain't got ambition Trapstar to rapstar, I'm 'bout to make the transition Man listen, the world's full of mayhem My nigga got rushed on cam, now he's on bell for an AM Grew up in this beef, it ain't my own choice Can't forget them days in Barnet when I was grinding with my broke boys I didn't choose this life, see this shit just chose me Used to be in the ends, now everywhere they know me I'm still that boy getting dough with my niggas I lost my friends on the road to some killers I still keep it 100, yeah, yeah Now they call me whenever they want me I'mma take it all the way I'mma put my city on the map and that's that

Aye, all fun and jokes aside, nigga I need them Nines double entendres, nigga Them Nines metaphors, nigga I need you to flex and shit on everybody off this verse, nigga I need that feelin' when you was handin' out them grills, nigga I need that feelin' when you was handin' out them sneakers, nigga When you had everybody locked in and talkin', nigga That's the feelin' that I need ASAP Uh, I just put, I just put a tonne on the back of a truck (uh) Me and Midgy should've won the Cannabis Cup I ain't put no plaques on my wall yet By at least five, I'll them packs to your doorstep In this, in this music scene, I'm legendary Raps always been secondary like February Told my guy, "Don't come near me with no tester," (uh) (Don't be talkin' packs 'round Siri and Alexa) Free the gang, I can't forget my celly I was gettin' letters in the can, like alphabets' spaghetti, uh All these niggas bite my style I did "A-Wing's Got Talent" in jail, I was like Simon Cowell I was in Cali' 'round the neck like a bow tie K-K-Kush God, bitch, I'm the most high I see these rappers actin' Holly' (uh) When they were out there crowd-surfing We were catchin' bodies (who were they?) I ain't a tough guy, I always make everybody laugh I could spit all my bars wearin' a polygraph Rap star, still makin' pounds fly Opps tryna' turn me to a stray like Ivory from How High Used to shot ounces Had a sold out tour, but I still got more fans in my crop houses I spray up where you're cotchin' Spend all my money on packs, I was literally weighing up my options They say their guns spit, they ain't never done shit Just landed the runtz 'bout to roll up a trumpet, uh She want a man with P, but that bitch poor That's why I'm in her crib hiding keys like a jigsaw Still got food on the curb (Pull) I pull up with this half moon, I don't mean "Do not disturb" Came alone, could've brought an army If I air it out, forensics will have to pick up more men than Lori Harvey Came a long way from trappin' in the rain My chicks a side bitch 'cause I'm married to the game, uh Me and Budz in Dubai on a jetski (Sold so much coke like I'm rivals with Pepsi) I used to break these packs down into fractions These niggas do way too much capping in their captions I'm tryna leave the game, but I need a lane (uh) These niggas pree the chain, they don't see the pain They sent me jail for importing weed from Spain I came home in six weeks, released the strain Still remember reloading on a Q We got them jungle boys, it ain't Mowgli and Baloo The CM, wishing they could bring me back 'Cause they still need gangsters like me to point their fingers at, uh La, last year I was missing rap I was on the wing kicking back with my nigga Skrapz Even though my block's full of pricks, I ain't (nah) And I don't trust bitches even if my chick's a saint Paid for my last campaign, label ain't reimbursed me Smashed her and never picked up 'cah she was thirsty They just started, I was shipping packs time ago Trading flavours with all the growers outside my show, uh This ain't happened 'cause of luck Fuck your little chain, I spend that shit at Hakkasan on duck To make it to a kilo, that was the game plan When I had no nect akh, I was playing Rayman Used to have a 38 when I was trapping in the snow Still got it to this day, I even brang it to my show, uh I can move a hundred keys in less than a week Driving through the other side like this is Sesame Street (pussies) Still the same old me even though I'm rich And it's still gang-gang, I'll never switch Yuurd! Nines, what's good, niggas? (Is this the sweet, baby?)

Yeah All these flavours, I turn the block into LA When it's time to ride out, there ain't no hoppin' out like Trey, uh Went from goin' halves on a D to flippin' keys From a City of God's, I come like Lil' Zé I was bullying the block like I'm Deebo They're wifing bitches like Ginger from Casino My plug's got a private jet when I order snow So I ain't lyin' when I say I know George from Blow So tell me, how can I quit the game? Feel like Frank Lucas when his first shipment came This week's the BRIT awards but I really can't go Cah me and Bunz is like Chris and Marlo Cop my mum a house now I'm out of the game And the garden got a little summerhouse, like Dushane Used to treat my home like a chemist Sleepin' with 'caine like Jada Pinkett in don't be a menace, uh I come like Nino if he didn't snitch It's fucked up what Rico did to Mitch (fucked up) I was the man when I was 17 I feel like Pablo out in Medellin I'm in and out the country all the time But I still run the hood like Bumpy Johnson in his prime, uh And even when I quit the game I'm still a shotter like Mad Max, Biggs and Wayne They threw me in jail just for shottin' weed Still had the wing shook like Chopper Read My nigga Midgy's never been to prison I'm like Lucky Luciano, I'm the head of the commission, uh I really sell packs, fuck this rap shit Get your diamonds snatched like Brad Pitt Me and Wacky fly around the world just to shop So like that nigga Capone, I third world cop I'm New Jersey, drivin' a car chase Man will let off more shots than the last scene in Scarface Opps talkin' tough but I'm the nigga that they avoid I ain't tryna do life like old Ray and Claude I got yay, weed, anything that they need Fam, I'm in too deep, I come like J. Reid We hit a move, now the hood's jealous But Nina got a cut like Paulie in Goodfellas Coulda lost hope, all this fucked up shit I seen But there's light at the end of the tunnel like Wakeema Guess I'm like Franklin over that stove top Really bought ice creams for my whole block So holler if you need that straight drop One ate the block like beans and state prop' The whole world's gone crazy, I can't live here Probably move back to Africa like Sensei Picture me in the Benz Feel like Vito when he went back to Sicily for revenge I don't like the San Andreas map, I turn your whole block purple And I'll rob your crop like me and Koonz in crop circle It's Nines