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aj 773 - 21 nines lyrics

[intro]

future got these kids sipping aunt jemima
if i’m a b-tch, and you a b-tch, then you felicia, i’m brittney griner
trying to make it to the penthouse, from the lobby
so i can’t fold, but these niggas bodies like origami

[verse]

i came in this b-tch just to clear the air
i’m the big ticket nigga, nah i ain’t playing fare
they say i rap too aggressive, like i fucking care
y’all still gon be on my heels, like an achilles tear
came back with harder bars then the ones i was behind
one call a week, moms was on the fucking line
a second chance from god is all i was asking
after jail you got two options: grind or a casket
future got these kids sipping aunt jemima
if i’m a b-tch, and you a b-tch, then you felicia, i’m brittney griner
trying to make it to the penthouse from the lobby
so i can’t fold, but these niggas bodies like origami
ain’t you tired of being fuck niggas, you should get a hobby
for you be a body for claiming that you really be about it
in my city, if you got issues, niggas got magazines
heart cold as ice cubes, you getting fucked no vasoline
left pocket gasoline, right pocket 99
lyrics fresh to death, you gotta k!ll them b-tches ninety times
i’ll spit like this til i’m 99
fuck a tweet about an alb-m, nigga i’m on my 90s grind
hyped up like a nigga just snorted ninety lines
like neo dodging bullshit like bullets from 90 9s
this rap shit in my blood like 90 slimes
got time like i got convicted for 90 crimes
shooting these lyrics like i’m strapped up with 90 9s
temper hot like lauryn hill or will smith in 99
i keep it one thousand you just short like 90 dimes
i petition to end you b-tches, already got ninety signs
even when i’m on my death bed 99 and dying
i’ll still tell you you’re a pussy like 9 lives
off the numerical shit, back to off the top
streets been talking to me so you know i heard a lot
shoutout supreme that nigga mixtape just dropped
i heard niggas say they rap gods, ain’t the best rappers on they block
that shit confusing to me, i see no deity
i got this shit on lock and ain’t nobody got the key to me
from where on the waist every nigga got a rondo
and getting shot down with weed in your system is dying on a high note
i feel like jay before he focused on business
or these other rappers before they sacrificed they craft for women
other than that, everything’s looking gorgeous
it’s only so much i can bear so i don’t need no porridge
my thoughts are horrid on the bench, yet i’m still scoring
vocab growing, so the bars strong as chuck norris
fucking lives up like a face tattoo
make em uncomfortable like a germiphobe in a public bathroom
i got bars like a 6 plus on verizon
my metaphors crispy like a vintage steve harvey lining
whenever i quit, is when you niggas’ll start winning
papers got me not drinking like bill cosby was bartending
anybody want beef, gimme a1 and a fucking slab
cause i’ll be too busy trying knock you out to throw jabs
i heard niggas say they don’t rap beef but they rappers g
you’ll shoot, but won’t battle on wax? that’s coward shit to me
maybe niggas scared to get exposed in one sixteen
and see they career in casket, in a chapel, no sistine
they tell me that i ain’t shit i tell em “i never was”
it’s wild niggas act like b’s just to get a buzz
for the dinero niggas, talk reckless shit out they mouth
and put they fucking life in danger over instagram clout
the city claim your life like tax season
they pop shots and leave holes in your shoulder blade got your back breathing
aye my rhymes give a corpse life and make a philosopher commit mental suicide twice

i’m gone

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