Nickle 9ne Alooya - Royce 5'9

Never write about me like that

Never make me six to one, it’ll just make me angry

Never ever make me no underdog

And never talk about who’s gonna stop me!

Ain’t nobody gonna stop me!

Ain’t a heavyweight in the world fast enough to stop me

Yeah, I survived a lot of savage shit

I’ve been vibing like it’s Attica

Bulletproof glass is on my ride, ride around here like the Vatican

I’m an addict, I personify arrogance

I believe you can speak some shit into existence, deleted my 9 to 5 narrative

Now I got a bitch so fine half the time I fuck her, rest the time I just stare

at her

Letting the non-believers know I don’t need to go diamond Ryan, it’s forever

bruh

I’m a level up from buying stilettos to impress em

Got em blindfolded, tying em up in leather like I’m Edward Scissorhands in some

boxing gloves

Hitting it just as if the chick was with the S&M S&M, I ain’t never stressin em

y’all are the nervous wrecks

With ya ho fucking me, both hands stroking the pole looking like she tryna roll

up a sleeve, I call it the turtleneck

Next, I blow out her back while she sitting vertical on top of dick in a

convertible

Call the shit murder the vertebrae then drop her off at the crib with vertigo

I done seen it all, been through it all so you know I know what is what

The smallest part of beef is gon always be all the things you utter bruh

My sense is keen and I got that ivory weighing on the triple beam while I dish

a queen

The bitch got the Arsenio Hall from «In Living Color» butt

I got your baby mama hyperactive, piping her while she asking the lord in

Michael Blackson accent «Lord, what in the mother fuck?»

My mind is so much more enlightening, who be tryna throw shade?

I’m over here

just destroying y’all sun

And this is what you call in y’all bag, then I’m in a Goyard trunk

Baby I’m getting cash money, getting the last laugh, the last word too

I’ma need my headstone to say «y'all finished or y’all done?»

Bar Exam 4 y’all, the there is no competition edition

No features, nobody scratching on it, this the I just been itchin' edition

Ballin' like I’m in the A-Town with Terio in the bleachers

Y’all are karaoking with Dirty Harry, tearing your stereo into pieces

Y’all need to take a soul searching class

The Slaughterhouse album I’d like to drop it, the New Edition biopic came out

and now Joe wanna be Bobby so fucking bad

I’m just joking with my good friend, I’m just so in my happy place

I just know from my head to my toe I’m the greatest, y’all can keep ya ho and

ya accolades

Dr. Dre taught me to not oversaturate before he offered me a deal

Right before I got another offer for a dollar amount you know that I had to take

And now that all of that shit is clearly behind us, y’all really expect me to

regret being 19 and going and getting a million dollars?

Nigga fuck you, that’s a million dollars, still a million dollars

Nigga that’s 20 million nickels, that equals 20 bitches and an island

Now you’re talking unlimited dimes, and a hundred million pennies

Now do I wanna pitch it down?

Hell yeah nigga that’s a million dollars

Now can you get the fuck over it?

Please, consider respecting me,

I’m willing to fucking pistol bust over it

As a kid I used to just be looking pitiful

A lot of my courses were difficult, so of course the teacher would tell me I

ain’t bout to be too much more than just a custodian

And that gave me a complex I’m still stricken with I call the shit the Napoleon

When I walk in the kitchen now I want the ho to kiss the toe and lick the

linoleum

All my old bitches before you slit your wrists if you can’t stomach it get some

Imodium

Gassin' bitches and spittin' petroleum

The only actual difference between me and the Holy Spirit is the Trinity and

the podium

Nickel Hallelujah

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Hallelujah nigga Hallelujah

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