Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song NIC, artist - Nines. Album song Crabs In A Bucket, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.08.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warner Music UK, Warner Records UK, Zino
Song language: English
NIC |
You see the stars in the Wraith will make your gyallie misbehave |
It’s the way we like it |
Yeah, I was in the trenches with my dogs, uh |
Now I’m with them niggas in charge, ah-ah |
Now I’m with them niggas in charge, ah-ah |
Uh |
Life of a thug |
I was on my way to school, found a nine-bar of bud |
I was only like ten years old |
God knows what I was thinkin', I stashed it and didn’t tell a soul, uh |
After school I’m hangin' out on the street |
Them times pocket money’s two pounds for some sweets (I ain’t care about money |
then) |
I lived right next to P’s block |
And everyone knows that was the local weed spot |
Customers outside, fuck it, I’ll approach them |
«I've got what you need, fam» |
He said, «You must be jokin', you’re a kid» |
Then I sold him a eighth for a ten |
That day I hit most the sales that came to the ends (Straight up) |
Zino’s little brother said, «The block already knows me» |
Walkin' with my mum, got shops tryna approach me (Wrong person, big man) |
Finished the pack, made my first rack |
Told all the customers, «It's a one-off, I don’t trap» |
You see the stars in the Wraith will make your gyallie misbehave |
It’s the way we like it |
Yeah, I was in the trenches with my dogs, uh |
Now I’m with them niggas in charge, ah-ah |
Now I’m with them niggas in charge, ah-ah |
Uh |
Thirteen, I got kicked out of school (Outtie) |
My mum’s at work, I’m on the strip with the fools (Gang gang) |
So I copped seven grams, turned it to a O-zie |
It wasn’t that hard cah the sales already know me (They remember me) |
Now I’m 'bout to get my P up |
But Zino and Jazz found out and they robbed my re-up |
They said I was too young to shop |
But Zino went jail, the olders used to bad me up |
I was on the block |
Now I’m fourteen, I got all this P’s around me |
Tryna cop bricks, olders heard of me, about me |
Then Mum got me in a new school |
Got my phones blowin', I don’t wanna be here, I’m too cool (Man's a big man) |
Three months later, got kicked out for trappin' |
Mum’s gonna fuck me up, how could I let this happen? |
But fuck it, I’m trappin' |
I was in my school uniform when I copped my first bust-down in Hattons |
You see the stars in the Wraith will make your gyallie misbehave |
It’s the way we like it |
Yeah, I was in the trenches with my dogs, uh |
Now I’m with them niggas in charge, ah-ah |
Now I’m with them niggas in charge, ah-ah |
Twenty-one, I ran the strip like a company (I did) |
I had over a hundred employees under me (It's documented) |
Had my nigga Loonz movin' pies |
He ain’t touch nothin', he just had to supervise |
Whiteboy was like the floor manager |
Ten bricks a day, all underneath camera (I'm lyin' I’m dyin') |
Niggas can’t fuck with the money team |
I send my nigga Bunz and Pebz, that’s the muscle team |
Even though I ran the hood, we got bare olders |
But me and Jazz was the only shareholders |
Now they talk about me like, «He's a G» |
My life’s comin' like The Wire, season three |
Know how much smokers got their first deeze from me? |
Know how much trap stars got their first keys from me? |
Uh |
Now I supply half the country with these packs |
I ain’t a rapper, I’m a drug dealer that raps |
Now I’m with them niggas in charge, ah-ah |