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Yo, Nina Yo, my guy I need a little pack, man, I need somethin' Bro, ain't you heard? "Tapped Out," I don't trap no more Ah, bro, stop all this rappin' shit, of course I heard, "Tapped Out" But, it's money bro, tap in Bro, last time I did that, I went jail Ah, I promise you, that's not gonna happen, bro Listen, I text everyone, I even asked Nort West Ebro, he said who should I shout, guess who he said Go on then, who he say? Nina, bubu Bro, man's out, bro, allow me, man Uh, c-came out of jail like I'm over trappin' I-I got customers tellin' me, I know you're cappin' 'Bout to drop my last album, I'm gettin' old for rappin' I-I was just sixteen, I don't know what happened I spit bars 'cause I love it T-That's why I just cracked on with Warner, cut my marketin' budget Uh, like I can't go on Insta' live, count a mill' I pay for it myself, fuck them, I'm sortin' out my deal I couldn't wait for the day My album came out, now, they chase me to stay But, in the grand scheme, I ain't changed the plan They're sleepin' on my dream, fuck these labels, man You ain't OTF, don't tell me that you love me Letras de cancionesI got bookings, but, probation won't let me out the country T-Turnin' down these checks, can't lie, fam', it's pricey P-Plus, I got all these necks tryna entice me I can't roll with the muscle-tee I always got it 'fore I let these pussies let my mother scream (Fuck you mean?) Think I won't hear it out, now, I'm baked Got some new guns, I can shoot for a hour straight It's, it's that Nina with the nina shit Smokin' weed the same colour as the floor and cleaner kit C-Can't wait 'til my bro Jazzy's free A-All this money make these hoes wanna marry me N-Niggas mad, I thought they'll be happy when I blow Used to line twenty niggas up, slapped them on the road They wouldn't buy an island if the the opps murdered me And, I swear to Zino, nigga, Crop Circle 3, it's Nines From Letras Mania