Testo Tony Soprano - Nines

Testo della canzone Tony Soprano (Nines), tratta dall'album Crop Circle

Ice City jewels we na' pity
Zino Records
It's that nigga, Nina with the Nina
New crib mad, by the gates got the cameras
Moved out the hood now I got neighbours like Flanders
Cah I'm chandelier livin', room marble
New watch lookin' like I shipped it in from Basel
My nigga Rizzy on the train, bringin' down a parcel
Still calling shots like I'm giving out samples
Earning bare dough these shoes on my feet are old school Italian
Like Totti and Del Piero
Usually drunk when I leave the dance,
Before I go home I gotta feed these plants
Your re-up probably fit in a bra, my re-up couldn't fit in a car
Back in jail I only had 8 channels
Had 'em puttin' letters in the box like scrabble
Niggas lying 'bout their AKs and how they been in war
They don't roll with Dracos like Gryffindor
Shoutouts to my nigga Bunds that's a real spartan,
The roof on my new whip's on a melt carton
When you was up in Lovebox sweating nigga
I was in that bud box sweating nigga
These days it's like I live in the tent,
Put my first Q tied to a brick like cement
Stepped my game up, iced out everytime you saw me
Ain't just fly in the web like a spider caught me
School days selling weed on my scooter
Sittin' on 40 ounces like Sharif on the cooler
I was selling crack on the strip
Posted with the fiends
Out there with more pipes than the back of my whip
Labeled me a boss when I was on the curb slanging
Threw me on the wing, said I was a bird barren
My nigga Kilo would break a brick down into stones
Nina been whipping since Indiana Jones
Seen empires turn to sand, hands on with the B
I got dirty hands
Popped a pack of cookies, it weren't Marylands
It's different on my block
When you was cropping pictures
I was giving out pictures of my crop
Certified rapstar, I bring them groupies through
On my Spielberg shit, I don't just rap I make movies too
Wish a nigga spinnin', cah I got my ting on me
Suun in the stizzy, that's the same size as Likkle T
Before rap I ran these streets
Had niggas ticking boxes like canteen sheets
And I been in cunch grindin', ain't been home for days
I ain't rolling haze, I only smoke Yelaze
When they was poppin' bottles, I was on my extra grind
This rollie on my wrist ain't to check the time
Where I'm from niggas get high off of needles
Have you seen the Sopranos?
My life's like the sequel
It's Nines



Credits
Writer(s): Omari Mosi Woolley, Benji Miller, Courtney Leon Freckleton
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