**** 'Em

Label told me not to drop a tape f**k 'em

P O told me not to leave the state f**k 'em

F**k 'em

F**k 'em

Young ni**a you got a nine you're doing fine

Your dawg down front him an ounce I can see you tryin'

I respect your grind

252 I respect the 9

And I know 9 niggas jellin' 3 of them tellin'

I got 9 niggas with me 8 of them are felons

9 fresh off the slab

Tell 'em f**k it gon' front you the whole half

P**sy cat niggas they got 9 lives

So I'ma try to kill 'em 9 times

Shout out to niggas on the block and the b**ches in beauty shops

With rollers in their head their niggas off in the fed

Collectin' every calls send pictures and writin' letters

And makin' every visit y'all the realest b**ches ever 100 100

See niggas don't get it my ni**a like

Niggas talkin' about they want a bad b**ch

Say a street ni**a need a real b**ch

You know what I'm sayin' ho you gon' go through somethin'

Ni**a took you on 9 trips to 9 countries ran through 9 hundred thou

And a ni**a locked up for 9 days and a b**ch gone damn

These b**ches temporary my hustle necessary

One thing about me and a ho I ain't never worried

99 problems 1 issue them folks'll lynch you

You on the court and you ball and them feds'll come and bench you forreal

Indite you 25 life you forreal forreal

My homie told me not to cross the plug but f**k him

We're down bad I told him what it was so f**k it

F**k 'em

F**k 'em

My album drop it may not sell a record but f**k it

Kill a ni**a make them hoes respect it f**k it

F**k it

F**k it