Pictures In A Frame (Explicit)-Nines

My album charted mandem thought I was But I'm back on my grind like recording is long 'Cause they don't wanna let me through the door like Jehovah witness So I'm back selling raw on the road to riches I just made six figures off of streams Still dealing with the fiends 'cause I got bigger dreams Feeling like John Gotti I'm the last mob No Ammi so I'm out in manny copping Star Dog Send my n***a rebel out I don't take trips I looked in the mirror getting followed by like eight Whips I did a U Turn saw all the cars yewy too Now I'm scared thinking to myself What shall I do So hot them other trapstars don't wanna roll with me Back on the strip with the crabs but its no biggie Skrapz told me make sure that you don't re up All I do is trap I don't know how to put my feet up So I went to check my bedrin When I left I saw a fed put down his coffee and start his engine Now I'm thinking f**k I can't even trap They won't let me do shows a n***a can't even rap Plus I got these fools tryna diss me on a track But we'll see what happens all these haters wishing I get clapped I should fly out but I just wanna get this dough I keep hurting girls I care about I wish they let me go So let me tell how life without trappings going Sitting on the block watching all them other trappers going Thinking I can make a quick 100K Even though I probably waste it on a watch and another chain Would be rich if it weren't for them times I lost bread I was playing Fifa Pebs called me said the crops dead Now what shall I do I'm used to moving keys in the city Going crazy I need to be busy So I went Glasgow to see Flanders Thinking I can take this over they ain't even got no cameras You wouldn't think that I got signed The same time I was on the charts tryna build a dot line Then I got nicked on the mains with a fiend Wish I was like them other rappers raping the scene N***as think I'm rich but it ain't what it seems Yeah I got dough but I got eight figure dreams My chicks acting up that's the last of my problems Cuh I nearly got remanded in Scotland Me and F G caught a plane every morning To go court I should be on stage somewhere touring I'm going back to jail is what I thought at my trial Buss case we had Aces in the court like Nadal I swear down I need a new lane The plug ain't my friend I'm still at the bottom of the food chain Still can't get support from the radio But that don't phase me yo As long as I'm making though So I started thinking of a master plan Jump back in the rentals gave my car to Shan And these days I spend the most on bud That don't make sense 'cause I know the plug I went Cali for Gelato straight facts You would think I was tryna f**k up my spine tryna get that straight back Came home gassed giving chains to my favourite nitty Might change this s**t from Ice to Flavours city So holla if you need an ounce bro 'Bout to leave my workers number on the outro