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The Hardest
Nines
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Listen, ayo you gotta keep your head up
Keep chopping up even though you're getting fed up
Keep buying food even though the P's went up
Stay bunning weed even though my eyes redder
Gotta keep your head up, I'mma keep going in
I ain't tryna stop right now's what I'm showing him
I ain't tryna only get paid when my phone rings
More time I just feel bait when I'm rolling
Got 3 phones, yeah I know it's a joke ting
Hope that I don't see boydem patrolling
Hope that my darg picks up when I phone him
Hope that the yutes got G's when I hold him
Right now I'm zoning, right now I think I'm gonna strike like bowling
Strike like lightning, gassed up hyping
Can't violate, none are minor I'm riding
Make sure the clip goes click when it slides in
Make sure you don't chat shit when I'm riding
Nuff of these yutes that are bitching, I'm hiding
Nuff of these yutes straight snitching
Real talk, I've been fucking up snitches since secondary
Nowadays send a snitch to the cemetery
Headshots that's the only thing necessary
Straight piss on your grave, no Dom Pรฉri
Your team's featherweight rudeboy my team's heavy
Right now I'm kinda caught in the moment
Might see me in a Porsche when I'm rolling
My phone's blown got me walking and strolling
Came out broke poor I was moaning
Now I'm licking out portions and stones dem
Look how quick all of them O's went
Yo Skrapz we're heavy, we're the coldest ting
Seen you ghostwrite the Bentley, you've been going in
Crime scene gangster shit we're living that
Vaseline grease my niggies been ripping that
If they squeeze shots on us, we just lick it back
Triple black hoody and jeans, and a fitted cap
Whole hood's talking, now Skrapz is back
And Fundz is home, kick back, relax
How many years now we've been clapping straps
And more time we clap man they ain't clapping back
Yo, Fundz man you've been going in
Don't try gwan like it's me wan' killing 'em
Had you locked up for a P so you're back again
Before you got locked up we was clapping 'em
'06 New Bond Street straight splashing 'em
Still splashing now buy a quick food mash it up then I lick it out
Can't talk in my whip now it's pepper fam
I might switch to the coupe when you're at the fam
I'm thinking of turbo, with 4 pipes gang
Long guns and fur coats, real white fam
Skrapz on your creps and your loafers dem
Spiderman ting Gucci webs all over dem
LDF prints, Fendi F's all over dem
Niggas get killed got the feds all over him
Chill out we still reign supreme, change the scene
Cut an 8 degrees, real sharp like a laser beam
You seen, real sharp like a laser beam
Boom, yo shotgun, how you mean?
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