Body

Intro (NM9)
“It's real. Word of life. BBP. NM9. Lou Rose. Shit. You know how we get down in the boogie. Let's go x2. Tell them motherfuckers what we know. Tell them notherfuckers how we do.”
Verse 1 (Lou Rose)
“Go and count a few dollars I got guawlla to make, hide ya wallet people out here plotting, ya they some snakes, play the game right, watch the haters all fall away, it's double or nothing, My Guys will do whatever it takes. We never taking no breaks, we taking names and we switching up the game making it look easy. Start to see the team winning they coming around asking for handouts with they handsout like that begging shit won't result in a man down, I know the block listening I had to keep it low, I know my fans listening they want to see me blow, my time is coming soon so I had to go and show that my bars are up to par with rappers that do the most.”
Chours (Lou Rose)
“They see us doing good , yeah they hating, They see me making moves, yeah they hating, they never wanna see a nigga make it, They hatin x4. They see me doing good, yeah they hating, they see us making moves, yeah they hating, they never wanna see us niggas make it, They hatin x4”
Verse 2 (NM9)
“Lemme bring you back maybe to a time, niggas is sniffing lines and niggas is committing crimes, talking about, i never been on the grind, the only thing up on my motherfucking x2 mind, that money, I'm money hungry, you niggas is funny funny, I'm putting it down, buck the buck, never gave a fuck, no luck, your luck ran out, the two shots from that 9, these niggas is ducking, weaving and shine, My aim is remarkable, I said it like a sparkable, talking that shit you can get hit too, I'm running through, running through your motherfucking town, talking about these niggas really got no bound, no boundaries, clicking and clapping, and get it kicking and snapping, niggas talking the cracking, I'm bringing in that pain, talking bout the fame, I ain't talking with these lames, they talking about we don't spit, holy shit, got your bitch, all up on the tip, sucking and spitting holy shit, you ain't never heard a disrespectful motherfucker like this, mic dead and nightmares and lightyears, take your girl right there on some night gear, I'm right there with the right hand, my left hand, you don't understand damn, your shorty like a queen, she running with the man, she one of my motherfucking the biggest fans, damn, you think you going ham better than me, I wish a nigga would, like a kitchen cabinet, hit this nigga with the recipe, got the smith and western and teaching these niggas life lessons to be , talking about, where the fuck I been, underground, going with the sound, fucking with the rounds, putting down, lock you in a body bag, wow, talking like you got it, talking like you really bout it, imma shoot your house up, than I run it like the Mara, marathon, marathon , got your bitch running in her thong, running in the thong, niggas don't fuck around, this is my time, this is my time, with a different line with a different rhyme, this a different type of time.”
Outro (NM9)
“Fuck you talking about nigga, Fuck, We out here, why you trying play with us, take this, you fucking L's.”