B Mims - 9116 lyrics

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B Mims - 9116 lyrics

Hook They act like they know me, I swear they don't know me/ these b**hes be phony these n***as be phony/ I got this on my lonely, now they wanna clone me Verse Pops was dat n***a in the dayyy wayyyy back wit the wrist.... / Don't be a menace he was in the kitchen cookin wit the sh**/ And since I was a youngin n***a always had a dream of gettin rich/ Look I been up for 3 days, I'm takin routes tranna get it three ways/ At times I wish I can do a replay/ On sh** I did back than, and knowin I can't take it back/ They know that imma blow and they just waitin on the right track/ Lets take it back to when crisis rapped yeah he had a vision/ I dumbed down so you dumb f**ers couldplay attention/ Never again tho, had a conversation wit Meech brown i listened he told me get back to k**in n***as/ Dese days it's hard for me to be feelin n***as/ Dese days it's hard to believe who really witcha/ cuz these women only wanted me for my potential/ And they ask for features but only want it for my credentials/ I'm in the zone now, tell momma I won't be comin home now, im on the phone with atlantic no it's not like befoe now/ I got a show in LA, my girl she model in Miami I ain't seen her in days/ Girl I know... couple n***as ain't stay the same/ im talkin bout my day one n***as since kandy Kane/ It's hard coming from a city where people complain when they see you doin good and they name ain't in the fame.../ That fake love turn to hate, all over Twitter/ because they mention us the most and you ain't in the picture/ Used to say you was the big homie now it's all the big homies that I past up now they in they feelings/ Stop fronting b**h you know my team been the illest/ The funny thing it's the rap n***as that don't feel us/ Told myself I that was done wit these instrumentals/ But look I can't stop k**in n***as look, aye/ My momma call me the young solution I'm the problem solved/ Keep on sleepin on me guess you popped to many tylonal/ Hustle so hard I can't try to starve/ n***as years off wit the game I'm the future you's designer dog/ Step sonnin you n***as call me the Russel Wilson/ And stop sending me music cause I won't f**in listen/ This sh** remind me of my pops back in 96in had them plays in and out the D like he coached the Pistons/ Comin from a city where, young retarted n***as with ratchets around you must be tone yola/ I been doin this sh** since I was on Noah/ Blow up off my name gettin cranked boy I'm a young soulja/ Young n***a stop it/ It don't involve me if it don't involve a profit/ Be like a king yeah all of my n***as got it/ Things You Should Know September 1st go head and cop it/ Mutha f**a Hook They act like they know me, I swear they don't know me/ These b**hes be phony these n***as be phony/ Got this on my lonely, now they wanna clone me/

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