Intro (feat. Speshill)

Yo, we're back man

Nina with the Nina

New mixtape one four eight

Zino Records

Yeah man, enter the five star host

Ay it's like a reunion

We may gone for a minute, but we're back

I ain't nice

Let's go, fam

Nina with Speshill, ain't nuttin' realer

Two 45s on the block, we some killers

Remy in my cup, smokin' on killer

Bitches on the block so fly, lookin' killer

Eatin' like a king, working like a slave

Inside the rave buyin' spades when I'm tryna save, uh

Guess I'm doin' well for a guy my age

And if I ever do a show that's two nines on stage

Feelin' like the city's mine every time I spit a line

F being rich alone, I wanna see my **** shine (For real)

They callin' me a legend I ain't even in my prime

Still runnin' through these hoes like a finish line (Shout it roofies)

Smooth like lotions how I'm soundin' on these tracks

I love makin' music but I'm countin' on these packs, uh

All these boxed packets on the table

You wanna know why I'm still trappin 'cause I ain't stable

We was pushin' nice cars when we was young Gs

When I see them **** pushin' cars, they need jump leads

Told Dolie roll up next a next joint

I just put down another 50k, that's a checkpoint

Nina with Speshill, ain't nuttin' realer

Two 45s on the block, we some killers

Remy in my cup, smokin' on killer

Bitches on the block so fly, lookin' killer

Nina with Speshill, ain't nuttin' realer

Two 45s on the block, we some killers

Remy in my cup, smokin' on killer

Bitches on the block so fly, lookin' killer

If it ain't about money then don't holla me

I remind all these **** of what they wanna be

I hear them rappin' about my life but it's cool

Ask about me I was sellin' nine bars in school

**** stressin' for respect, grinds restin' on my neck

Bite the hand, **** talkin' bout finessin' their connect

Told my guy that I got bricks of cro'

He says he only buys Zeds, I got an O too like the Indigo

Less P when I was a yute in the booky

Then I built an empire like Lucious and Cookie

Movin' keys of grey so it ain't hard to tell

We get paid, probably be in jail if my solicitors was legal aid

Spend a **** stack on my Rollie

When I walk in Armani on Bond Street the manager know me

And even though it's hard I still walk around with sticks

And when I say free Keyz I ain't talkin' bout the bricks, uh

Nina with Speshill, ain't nuttin' realer

Two 45s on the block, we some killers

Remy in my cup, smokin' on killer

Bitches on the block so fly, lookin' killer

Nina and Speshill, ain't nuttin' realer

Two 45s on the block, we some killers

Remy in my cup, smokin' on killer

Bitches on the block so fly, lookin' killer

Yeah, uh

You don't know

That's what the fuck is

They're really in the streets, man

I ain't city

Wah nada

Alright