Lyrics to Stories
Ayy, pull up, Lam
Look and I be feeling like the closest people round me hatin’
Get out the way, bitch it ain’t you, it’s the paper I’m chasin’
No motivation in the bricks, if I need it I take it
You badder than them but don’t be cocky, to me bitch you basic
I rather just blow before I let 'em take me
We all go through problems, it’s just how you face 'em
They don’t know my story, where I come from
I just want money, I'on want love
I just want money, I'on want love
Can’t hear what they sayin’, cuz they ain’t sayin’ nun
We gon' ball like the NBA when the bread come
And I play dumb but I’m the one who I'ma ride for
Give me the word, them shells drop when we ride up
Like check the score, bitch I'ma bread winner
And a painkiller, same nigga, out the trenches wit it
Tell 'em mind they business, the sickest nigga who ever did it
I'ma be remembered, he pussy don’t see the dog in 'em, let them dogs get em
We conniving, so they don’t trust us
Like can’t you tell that i’ve been giving up
Sometime I wish that it was how it was, when we was down in the gutta it was just us
I won’t catch feelings, that shit new to me
Ride wit two cuttas, so I'ma shoot like it was two of me
I came from the gutta, no hard of hustle, no ain’t no hoe in me, Been touchin’ this money but I ain’t selfish, let my brothers eat
Look out for the snakes, they everywhere, they keep surrounding me
Before we go up, Just let me know you really down for me
I’m here for the riches, If you ain’t wit it you a clown to me
No love for these bitches, so if I hurt you my apologies
They watching my move, paparazzi, I gave 'em more to see
Alert so I’m clutchin’, can’t let these niggas get the best of me
"9ine, what you cookin'?" We bringin' heat, they want the recipe
Talk down on my name but they don’t mean it, it’s just jealousy
Look and I be feeling like the closest people round me hatin’
Get out the way, bitch it ain’t you, it’s the paper I’m chasin’
No motivation in the bricks, if I need it I take it
You badder than them but don’t be cocky, to me bitch you basic
I rather just blow before I let 'em take me
We all go through problems, it’s just how you face 'em
They don’t know my story, where I come from
I just want money, I'on want love
I just want money, I'on want love
Look and I be feeling like the closest people round me hatin’
Get out the way, bitch it ain’t you, it’s the paper I’m chasin’
No motivation in the bricks, if I need it I take it
You badder than them but don’t be cocky, to me bitch you basic
I rather just blow before I let 'em take me
We all go through problems, it’s just how you face 'em
They don’t know my story, where I come from
I just want money, I'on want love
I just want money, I'on want love
Can’t hear what they sayin’, cuz they ain’t sayin’ nun
We gon' ball like the NBA when the bread come
And I play dumb but I’m the one who I'ma ride for
Give me the word, them shells drop when we ride up
Like check the score, bitch I'ma bread winner
And a painkiller, same nigga, out the trenches wit it
Tell 'em mind they business, the sickest nigga who ever did it
I'ma be remembered, he pussy don’t see the dog in 'em, let them dogs get em
We conniving, so they don’t trust us
Like can’t you tell that i’ve been giving up
Sometime I wish that it was how it was, when we was down in the gutta it was just us
I won’t catch feelings, that shit new to me
Ride wit two cuttas, so I'ma shoot like it was two of me
I came from the gutta, no hard of hustle, no ain’t no hoe in me, Been touchin’ this money but I ain’t selfish, let my brothers eat
Look out for the snakes, they everywhere, they keep surrounding me
Before we go up, Just let me know you really down for me
I’m here for the riches, If you ain’t wit it you a clown to me
No love for these bitches, so if I hurt you my apologies
They watching my move, paparazzi, I gave 'em more to see
Alert so I’m clutchin’, can’t let these niggas get the best of me
"9ine, what you cookin'?" We bringin' heat, they want the recipe
Talk down on my name but they don’t mean it, it’s just jealousy
Look and I be feeling like the closest people round me hatin’
Get out the way, bitch it ain’t you, it’s the paper I’m chasin’
No motivation in the bricks, if I need it I take it
You badder than them but don’t be cocky, to me bitch you basic
I rather just blow before I let 'em take me
We all go through problems, it’s just how you face 'em
They don’t know my story, where I come from
I just want money, I'on want love
I just want money, I'on want love
