Video Cr de Nines 2024 Rap Lyrics

Nines - Cr Lyrics

Skinny nigga with a fat belly
Selling cheese straight off the Blackberry
In the night I be chilling with a fly bitch
I was born broke but guarantee I die rich
Ugh, It's that nigga with the crazy flow
Wish my niggas in the pen could hear me on the radio
These pagans want to hear that Nines got merked
No time to write bars, the line's clockwork
Armani'd off like it's my clothing line
Me and my nigga my streets, we put in overtime
Always bunning cheese, I don't know the sober me
Off camera I was giving out O's for free
They wanna see me quit
One day I be legit
Disappear out the hood on some genie shit
Rappers want me to slow down but I just begun
5 bricks a day, I had a disgusting run

Cr Cr (Yo shoutout to all the manden)
Cr Cr (Say nuttin) Bangs! (Free all my bros still)
Cr Bangs! (Church Road Safe)
Free my niggas

I'm about to make history
It's the G with more chains than Mr. T
Come through looking brighter than a Christmas tree
You came for trouble, I came for girls
But I still won't hesitate to make it rain with shells
You see the neck? I've got to keep a Tec
Have a shot, make a nigga dive, Petr Cech
You know how much nights I bleached in the bush?
Feeling frass cos I mixed the cheese with the kush
I'm blowing up like dynamite
The flow be china white
I'm rhyming tight
I'm shining bright
I got all kinds of Nikes
My Air Forces' diamond white
I just grind at night
That's why I hardly get time to write
I was only 13 when I sold a draw
Now I got more green than Bulbasaur
I'm about to cop a mansion far abroad
Hate to see shit that I can't afford

Cr (Yeah man) Yes you know! (I got Maestrizy on the buttons)
Cr (Look out for the video) Yes you know! Bangs! (Take over)
Cr Bangs! (Real City, these niggas be on time That'll soon hit the streets you know)

Cheeks my grease when I see Police
Stone's looking like shattered glass in the Jesus Piece
2010 I had a hella run
Saw my first 100 G's before I turned 21
Shit was slow when I first started to flip dro
Now the wrist glow like a ceiling in a disco
Louis Vuitton's on my feet
Them niggas Ot, got my songs on repeat
Feds got me on a double bell
I lost a couple bricks that's another L
New boo's looking like a Cover Girl
If I ain't got the strally then the shank's on base
My bud's green with orange hair like Blanca's face
While these niggers ride around in their fake jewels
I just spent £1200 on some suede shoes
I can't see the time the way my Rolley glow
I expect pay backs, but not guys that owe me dough

One more time
Cr (Yeah) Cr! (Don't compare me to all these rappers, B Never that, fam)
Cr Cr! Bangs! (We on some Bmf shit I feel you fam Zino Records You don't know Crime Scene)
Bangs! (Ice City Jewels in a Pt)
Cr (Yeah) My city! (1 Arda, say nutting)
Cr My city! Bangs! (Ah)
1 Arda Bangs! (I don't have to say nuttin, my nigga just told you)
My city! (You dig? Shoutout all the crew: North, South, East, West. Larger ever support de ting, you na? You dun know!)