90's

[Hook] We stuck in 9-0 Motherfuck the 5-0 Everywhere I go, timbs and my jeans low Ayo, you better rigiddity respect it Or the Smith 'n' Wesson might teach you a lesson We living in tha 90's, 90's We stuck in tha 90's, 90's We living in tha 90's, 90's We stuck in tha 90's 90's [Verse 1] Young brother and I'm living 9-0 Spitting in the jungle for survival Tryna find a rival But ain't nobody rival, me or the team And the team be Double S to the B Uh Turn on the TV all I see Is the Fresh Prince It's all re-runs but I really don't care I'm stuck in the 90's and I don't wanna leave there I'm braided up like young Bow Wow I'ma finna be the king of the game, tell 'em bow down O' wow I got the dopest style Send a nigga to heaven if he talking down Smack up tell 'em move him move outta town Motherfucker, I hold the crown if you dare touch it you gone drown In a ocean of bars I should be in the skies I'ma star Living out on Mars Eating rappers up like the bars, Mars Soon to be in fast cars Lamborghini, miggity miggity miggity mercy Fuck wid Chase Yo life will be erased I got bars for days Fuck wid my blood Then blood gone be drippin' from yo face Leave you lifeless now you looking death in the eye Don't blink nigga you might die [Hook] [Verse 2] Young nigga, shit could've been a drug dealer I play ball and I rap I'm your typical nigga? Naw just cause I fit the stereotype Don't mean I am the type What I write blast through your stereo my rhymes tight Well that's what they say Influenced by greats I'm talking X, Jay, Red, Meth, Eazy, LL and the rest of them No disrespect if I ain't mention them I'm just tryna get it Don't fuck with feds they get no love from a nigga They just tryna treat me like another nigga Arrest me I swear I'ma killer Spit crack on beats I'm yo ears drug dealer Struggle Since Birth ain't no clique realer I'ma animal on the beat Turn a MC to swiss cheese I feel like nobody can stop me Devil in my ear, I swear He making that noise My team roll with them toys Let it off at fuck boys Boy fuck all that Twitter beef Meet me in the stu I'm screaming fuck you Take too many off my lines they'll dead you So I guess my bars cocaine Make you see all black You leaking red This that 90's shit 1996