9NOVA - COULD NEVER BE ME! (feat. OG KEMi)

Long time man I been in the Wood
Ain't Green when I walk down the block
After school we were chillin in tops
Ask boss for some wings on the box
Now I hear mandem been in the box
That's tough, could never be me
If I'm committing first degree, it would be on a beat
That's on me
On me, on me
Switch on the team?
Fleeing the scene?
Who could he be?
On me, on me
Switch on the team?
Fleeing the scene?
And who could he be?
Oh shit, I think I got blood on my T
No Cs in the gang it's just blood on my team
I'm still finding it, hard to believe
The queen's in my hands with the cards that been dealt, I mean
She know bout the ins and outs, but can't figure out how a young nigga feels
She been tryna get in my head, it's peak 'cause my brain came equipped with a shield
Heart on the fence
I just stopped talking in defence
Sundays man I went Tottenham for kickboxing instead of me tryna repent
Now I put all my sins on a pen
Spit truth or rap cap
Man don't care, 'cause the shit that I talk manifest
I'm debating if I should be spiritual
If a dumb niggaa wanna get physical, know my punchlines are more than lyrical
I'm giving that static like Kilua, shocking these man when I show I'm not typical
The way a man hop on the mic and cause arson should be more than criminal
Had a nigga asking me if I'm good, are you good? like
Long time man I been in the Wood
Ain't Green when I walk down the block
After school we were chillin in tops
Ask boss for some wings on the box
Now I hear mandem been in the box
That's tough, could never be me
If I'm committing first degree, it would be on a beat
That's on me
On me, on me
Switch on the team?
Fleeing the scene?
Who could he be?
On me, on me
Switch on the team?
Fleeing the scene?
And who could he be?
To trick on a bitch, could never be me
Not hitting a lick, could never be me
If rap don't work, I'ma get on the streets, start moving a brick
Weapons in both of my pockets, I feel like John Wick
The money, I love it, I get to it quick
And I'm from the sticks
Pull up with the sticks
Pull up with the pills
Pull up in the rick
All of these model hoes sucking my dick
All of these pussy niggas, I'm their father
Not saving these hoes, cause I'm not a martyr
The way that you dressing look like a disaster
I'm rocking all white, but I'm not a pastor
I'm in the cut like a motherfucking plaster
Yeah, like an incision, I be in a cut
Don't know who the coolest? My nigga just ask her
Wait, Balenciaga my shoes
I'm outside, I'm fighting with goons
I'm outside, I'm fighting with crackers
But they not leaving a bruise
Was already chose so how could I lose?
And I fucked on his bitch and he ain't have a clue
Got gelato in my pocket, it's sticky like glue
I'm in love with these hoes, I cannot be your boo
Long time man I been in the Wood
Ain't Green when I walk down the block
After school we were chillin in tops
Ask boss for some wings on the box
Now I hear mandem been in the box
That's tough, could never be me
If I'm committing first degree, it would be on a beat
That's on me
On me, on me
Switch on the team?
Fleeing the scene?
Who could he be?
On me, on me
Switch on the team?
Fleeing the scene?
And who could he be?

Written by:
Darrell Fynn

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