Lyrics:
Nine is a good age to find your place
Within a crowd
Johnny do you wanna be the one
Walking by yourself back home
Passing by that old stone wall
Keep
I'd like to have stand up, who's a very very proud man
He used to be many years ago, a bad land farmer down in Dias, Arkansas
But he's Johnny Cash's
ass
Johnny Cash, afro havin'
Jack of Spades, boots havin'
Tony Danza, shoes wearin' ass!
B-b-b-black by popular demand, I expand
My hand
cash, I’ma hustle everyday
I was always taught, I ain’t gon’ never get my way
We gon’ put a nine, uh, r-i-p to K
I had a album that was made, and two
Skepta, Roll Deep, yeah
E16, n17, e3, sw9, e14, n13 we do this ting
Rules and regulations
I've been a scholar since ching chang walla
Real life, not
it
I'ma kill it
I tried to tell 'em
Get the yellow tape
Get them body bags
All black wardrobe nigga
Johnny Cash
Anytime that the Doc is the buildin'
to him (Uh, huh)
OG gangsta
(Yeah) nine with the beamin' (Woo)
Body in the water shit
I thought that was streamin'
Couple Yonkers niggas
We brought our
1-9-8-2. 1-9-9-2
Si, si, si, sicker than your average, average
Who's really the shit?
1-9-8-2. 1-9-9-2
Outro: Termanology
1982, the album comin' soon
Bitch
can't trust these niggas uno!
Cash! You already know, nigga
Money bags, nigga money bags, nigga
No, we cannot hang if you a stain
What you want
the bridge
You can find his wallet at the crib
Johnny boy thought he was the best
Bravo Nigga Gimmie all the cash
Jack the nigga knew to wear a vest
A lesson
like Johnny Cash
Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast
Ayo, lyrical gas spittin' the criminal tactics
Non-believers get my dick
like Johnny Cash
Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast
Ayo, lyrical gas spittin' the criminal tactics
Non-believers get my dick
lunatics
A 9th grade menace thugging for 6 months, smoking like 6 blunts
An hour the power of banging, he was walking
Little Johnny
Have you ever ever ever
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
of the slums
With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow
React slow nigga and get, P.L.O
By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother
Who got
One time
Huhh, all up in ya like a bone when I
Johnny Blaze, the Iron Lung
Foxy Brown, the ill na na (yeah, see'mon, yeah, see'mon)
Destination
Dressed in all black
Johnny cash my attire
Smoked a whole pound
But I need to get higher
Looking to the crowd
Anybody got a lighta
Goan rock
nines
Before and after school, making it pop
Yeah a nigga dropped out, but graduated to blocks
Had a dream, by twenty-one I'd be a millionaire
Few
facts
I know they mad thats in the past
No I ain't Johnny I stay with the Cash
Don't play with me play with a Bag
Keeping it G aint shit sweet
Yo pockets
about 9 o'clock
The great ship Titanic began to reel and rock
Husbands and wives
Little children lost their lives
Wasn't it sad, wasn't it sad
When that
We celebrate, tailgatin'
Country boy to the heart
Strike me down if I'm lyin'
Yeah, I get cash, Johnny Cash, I be walkin' the line
And yeah they
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
man, Johnny Cash
Puff the reefer
Sometimes mix it with the hash
Hard to keep up, 100 yards dash
Beat your feet up
Jumpin Jack Flash on a muthafuckas ass
a knot... but I'm down to 9 cents and 9 senses tingling since 9,6 when I was 9...
So it's colorful in my head like 6ix 9ine...
Getting and giving colorful
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