Tony Soprano 3 Lyrics - Nines

[Verse]
I had half of London high
With this kind of yay, the fiends touch the sky
Zino died, I had to move like a boss
Snatch my chain, it can pay for your funeral cost
These bitches make me wanna change number
I had zips in the hood like a Bape jumper
Last night, the gang chilled
I drank so much, I had a liver pool like Anfield
He said he's getting dough but I'm not sure
You see that nigga's chains, I got golf clubs that cost more
Me and my nigga Carlos in the lab
Gotta go hard or go yard like my bitch's bag
I thought she would never lie till she changed on me like a Gemini
They robbed Hеlmut, course they'd rob me if thеy could
And they wonder why I hardly be in the hood
Even on the school run, I've got my ting
Missed my daughter's first birthday, I was on the wing
And it was only for a year and it still aged me
I got niggas doing thirty, it must feel crazy
Big four-fizzy on me, pray I don't get stopped
My nigga's girl left before he hopped off the sweat box
I went Fashion Week and I bought a plus three
And when them cell doors closed, it was just me
I've seen mad losses
Now the mansion's so big, I need three tag boxes
When every label was tryna sign me
I had every plug in the country tryna find me
I'm the worker, the plug and the middle man
Heard that nigga got a nine-to-five, who's a likkle man?
When we out in DBX, them hoes get excited
I just pray none of my niggas get extradited
I'm trying to decide
Should I cop the rainbow dial? Put my pride to the side
I wanted to be like BMF, I turned into Meech
Still on my grind now, I just work from a beach
We'll call you, don't call us
You don't get pussy, roll with me, I made my whole tour buss
I don't care about a ho's feelings
Went back to the hood, I ain't used to the low ceilings
CSB, we the actual mob
Tryna get these billions like Axelrod
These niggas ain't plugs, they've got expensive prices
Had to pay the governor, he tried to send me Isis
In the kitchen, whipping up a potion
My light house ain't in the middle of the ocean nigga
She crossed the line
My nigga caught his girl cheating and ain't leave, fam he lost his mind
And lying on the Gram about watches they can't afford
You got too much time on your hands
I always knew you was a hater
Fam you ain't a hitta cause you're at the range, shooting at some paper
I'm the blueprint like Jay-Z
I ain't fucked her forever and she's still tryna claim me
The streets are crazy, there's no telling who will die next
Send my youngers shop for a blender and a Pyrex
I just had to set a plan
I just wanted Danielle or Keisha and a TT like Mega Man
All these grown men gossiping
They don't wanna see me in the field, masked up like Osimhen
I'm still here, I seen the rest fall
My chick's bum's soft, I just squeeze it like a stress ball
Fly my girl Italy like, "Let's roam"
Crop Circle chain glowing like it's fresh home
Free my nigga Jazzy, that's my family
I posted "Free Palestine", they shadow banned me
It's Nines