9 Out of 10 lyrics

[Intro]
I got you Buda
Grandz
Uh

[Verse]
I gotta take control 'cause lately my patience low
Go get that money and bring it right back, sh*t, I'm 'bout to break this hoe
The Bentley is new, it came after the seven, that sh*t like a 8 year old
All of the time that I spent in the kitchen learned to embraced the stove
They own the book, but I cannot read it, you gotta go learn it yourself
Study them chapters, become a master
Be morе concerned with your health
I had to pay whеn the chills came
Lately it's for 'em, no real names
Avoidin' the trouble, on FaceTime with the devil, I hang up and feel strange
Know it's rules to being gangsta
Them God body n*ggas seen a lot
I was tryna duck the prison yard
A a little stupid sh*t I needed block
Spinnin' dough like a pizza shop
They eyes can see we Egyptian kings
Aggravated I get disrespectful
We tryna win sh*t we need a ring
10 toes in my section, called the promoters and test him
This sh*t is internal, my aura so heavy I gotta thank God for the blessings
I gotta thank Buda and Grandz
I gotta thank Mama and Shooter
I think about Mugga and Freaky
I think about Hardy and Ruger
Watch what you're telling your homies cause you could be talking to Judas
Point n*ggas right to the money, they rather you walk em up to it
Just mindin' my business, don't ask me bout sh*t I have nothing to do with
Everything got to get better
I really been focused on making improvements
Street n*gga that been down from the gate
We was goin' out of town with a play
9-5 South down to the A
Make it back and show them how you got paid
Take a half and turn it to a whole
Package 'bout to land, we got the load
Blowing white behind me gotta go
They can't afford to buy a n*gga soul
[Chorus]
No explainin' why a n*gga told
Knockin' down dimes in a row
f*ck them n*ggas, never call me bro
9 times out of 10 they broke
No explainin' why a n*gga told
Knockin' down dimes in a row
f*ck them n*ggas, never call me bro
9 times out of 10 they broke

[Outro]