Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Going In, artist - Nines. Album song One Foot Out, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.02.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: XL
Song language: English
Going In |
They don’t wanna see me elevate |
Nina said it’s one Arda, hit them with the heavy plate |
Helped me out a couple times |
Thank Allah every day for my nigga Nines |
Ask around, you know we run the whole residence |
My brudda' Nines is like the Five Star president |
And also they wanna know if my line blows |
Ask Nines if I ever let my nine go |
Pay for bitches holidays |
Gassed hoes, turnin' living rooms into bandos |
Since school days I rolled around with techs and mags |
I had machines since a kid like Dexter’s lab |
I got the magic sticks, if I hit her hole for twenty minutes |
Guaranteed she coming first like Bolt in the Olympics |
I’m a boss like M. Bison |
See my nigga get shot then run from the ambulance 'cause he was on license |
Uh, my nigga Pebble done a key of food |
Now watch them stones fly like Geodude |
They ain’t whippin' pies and spittin' lies |
Bum nigga starin' at my watch for so long that he probably got hypnotized |
Holla my man, wonder if you need haze |
I just made twenty keys disappear in three days |
And phone my connect like «big man, I need more piff» |
Had 'em drivers picking up boxes like a forklift |
They don’t wanna see me elevate |
Nina said it’s one Arda, hit them with the heavy plate |
Helped me out a couple times |
Thank Allah every day for my nigga Nines |
Ask around, you know we run the whole residence |
My brudda' Nines is like the Five Star president |
And also they wanna know if my line blows |
Ask Nines if I ever let my nine go |
Uh, fuck the champagne, where the Henny at |
Them niggas callin' for the tin, we already strapped |
Broke niggas wanna jam in my trap house |
Can’t let 'em see all these packs gettin' wrapped out |
Plus I can’t afford to have none of these bum niggas stealin' |
Niggas say I’m movin' Hollywood but fuck niggas feelings |
Probably faint if they saw all the bud I was dealin' |
Fuck a ten, got the plants touchin' the ceiling |
Been in the hood my whole life, flippin' them bricks |
One day like Nucky Thompson, I live in the Ritz |
Uh, I’ve had money on my head since I was eighteen |
One foot out, how the fuck I’m meant to stay clean? |
Fuck the mainstream, I’m a young rich nigga |
All these stacks in my pocket 'cause I’m a big tipper |
Niggas acting fugazi but this rap shit don’t phase me |
I just hope all of these stacks don’t change me |
They don’t wanna see me elevate |
Nina said it’s one Arda, hit them with the heavy plate |
Helped me out a couple times |
Thank Allah every day for my nigga Nines |
Ask around, you know we run the whole residence |
My brudda' Nines is like the Five Star president |
And also they wanna know if my line blows |
Ask Nines if I ever let my nine go |