Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 9 Months, artist - Hardy Caprio. Date of issue: 28.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
9 Months |
| Mo said he hates when I’m materialistic |
| When 3 years back I was nearly evicted |
| Past few years, I was tryna' drop bars |
| Pop squares, pop champs, now your boy a Popstar |
| Life wasn’t fair and square |
| Mine was unfair, bro, we went and got squares |
| The harshest reality is nobody cares |
| In my shitty old flat where there’s piss on the stairs |
| Nah, I’m not a role-model |
| Nah, I’m not a martyr |
| Nah, I’m not a drill youte |
| But I’m not Akala |
| I saw my first gun at 11, older brother with a Weston, little nigga with some |
| venom |
| The world don’t care 'bout a brudda like me |
| Until I get down another brudda like me |
| Man just heard donny rang it on the mains, got me lookin' at him strange, |
| like he doesn’t like P’s |
| It’s hard telling kids to me surgeon when all you see is rappers and football |
| that’s earning |
| Irony is mum was a nurse |
| Tryna' take care of lives, can’t take care of hers |
| How you got a kettle? |
| Limescale in your kettle |
| Your mums in the hood while you flex your |
| I never said I’m talented |
| Never said I’m special |
| But I did it all while these niggas did it little |
| Living in trauma |
| Even when I’m happy, it’s like something’s 'round the corner |
| Maybe, kinda', more time, sorta' |
| Nigga’s smoke weed and get a mental disorder |
| Childhood messed up, emotional torture |
| Fuck a fairytale, bro, I’m price and the pauper |
| Are you tryna' be rich or Rich Porter? |
| Bro, I made five-figures as a Sixth Former |
| God on my side, late night candles |
| Weight of the world pushing down on my ankles |
| Yeah, I went Uni |
| I can do like 90 degrees but is that the right angle? |
| When I done Best Life, life was a handful |
| Which little nigga wanna' hit me with his gang tool? |
| Automatic there like I don’t wanna' drive manual |