Lyrics Loosing Myself (It's True) - Nines

Loosing Myself (It's True)

Okay were back on our wavey shit
Say Ahoy to your captain
Its that nigga Nina with the Nina
I am losing myself to find you, (uh and this track’s called it’s true)
(every bars true, you lot gotta listen up close) I am losing myself to find you
(Cah this has got pain and real shit uno) I am loosing myself to find you
(But you niggas keep doubting the dude) yeah I’m dying its true
Cooking up it ain’t fried chicken, I’ll hook you up I ain’t line clicking
Miley cyrus on the trampoline that white flippin
All them paigons skate when they see me in the flesh
I ain’t flake like the media express?
I ain’t give a fuck if I get views
I can’t be on the block with these niggas that just left school
Promoters tryna book me for shows but they ain’t offering enough
That’s why I’m still out here cooking up O’s
I’m on the grindi don’t need a girl
Most my niggas got cases so when were all together that’s a
Rolling in the fast lane my line was doing old road numbers
Now its like hotels and park lanes
I got a cancelling cause its a mission bringing the food back
I need a driver, I might bring in phillip but screw that
I’m bout to make a killing, can’t be chilling with the new cats
They bugging me to do tracks but I’m just tryna move packs
I am loosing myself to find you, (yeah down my nigga, let that track breathe
fam)
(I mean these niggas ain’t ready yet) I am loosing myself to find you
(We out here flying birds, niggas are taking selfies) I am loosing myself to
find you
(I mean they’re backwards, we out here trapping, niggas are tweeting)
Yeah I’m dying its true… its true
Nigga want my life wish we could trade place
Cah I can’t role without a nine cause I’m a bait face uh
I ain’t tryna end up in cuffs
Told my nigga I don’t want nothing for my birthday because his presence was
enough
Saw the new I had to cop it, before I even put it on
I made my nigga nasa rock it
My face is getting bait, I’m still selling weight
Whipped a whole one it looks like I made a wedding cake
I’m stacking for a new life, them man are preparing for the summer
Ya man ain’t a boss like he’s a runner
Got that TT crack to the fiends love me
I hit it if shes got back, I don’t care if she ugly
The tapes taking long to drop cah I move bricks
That’s money in them shoe boxes, they ain’t new kicks
And I still move a 8 ball like a Q stick
Told a fiend that I ain’t like nike cah I don’t do ticks
I am loosing myself to find you
I am loosing myself to find you, I am loosing myself to find you
Yeah I’m dying its true…
Its true
Its true
Its true
Its true
Its true
Its true