It takes back to the year of two thousand and nine
My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line
School and friends and kittens like i did when i was nine
Motherfuckin' place at the same motherfuckin' time
I’m sick and tired of criminals, i’m locking up a nine,
Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine
One two three four five six seven eight nine
So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine
It's the way it's design, i've been funny since i was nine
On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time
Which generates a nine point nine magnitude earthquake
Where every recipient, property of the state
High in the sky, i think i see cloud nine,
Promise me you won't step out of line
I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine//
And on skype bet you say "le where my flight at?", if i decline
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