Unreleased Intro (CC2) Songtext
von Nines

And the first thing we needed was brokers
Guys with sales experience
So I recruited some of my hometown boys
Sea Otter, who sold meat and weed
Chester, who sold tires and weed
And Robbie, who sold anything he could get his hands on
Mostly weed

Where I′m from, niggas kill for clout
Still can't believe that I made it out

If I put on all of my chains
That′s a quarter ticket on me like I boarded a plane
Now we cultivate all your favorite terps
Got these bummy niggas out here chasing
Bus downs like they're late for work
How you roll with a snitch?
'Til I shoot that nigga on live, watch his whole body twitch


I′m in a big ass mansion like Ox and Belly
The crop′s ready so I'm curing plants like Dr. Sebi
It′s ICB
I robbed that nigga back in the day and now he wants a signed CD

I stay strapped like a sex toy

I still pull my nine out, start swiping like a F boy
Take a look at my bank, crazy zeros
I don't fuck with these rap niggas, they be weirdos
Can′t have none of them around me, my front room looking cloudy
I get stoned to death, punishment in Saudi
In a burqa, it ain't a gender reveal
My nigga went to the ′ville, I had to send him a bills

That's why I tell them I ain't got packs for sale
I′d rather run off to Dubai before I go back to jail
No time to be acting paddy
Told him if it ain′t fire then I mail that shit back to Caddy


We're now selling pies
My nigga went Cunch in a rental and built an enterprise
Right now it′s hard to get loads of keys
I need a different plug like a charger overseas
You don't wanna see my guys spray
I got sixteen in this .45 like Freaky Friday
Grown men acting like some groupies
Bunch of could′ve been niggas, probably should've signed to Drewski
The world kept moving, I was stuck in prison
Came home like El Chapo, I had tunnel vision

Too much snitching, now the game′s done
Feds by my yard, I told Alexa to play dumb

All them opps are going soft
They know if I feel triggered, shots are going off
Back when I bought an ounce, I was in the trap house
When 80s OD'd, man, that shit was like a haunted house

You know me, I hold it down
You would think the plug was playing
Money up the way he's throwing pounds
It′s Nines