Dell Fargo - Nine Four Lyrics

Let’s take it back to 94
I jumped out the womb
Then jumped off the porch
And even then I knew
The flow would be scorch
Niggas was hating of course
But they just fueling all this greatness
For sure
My mother loved me
I was her lil boy
Stick to the subject
It’s fuck em to anybody
Who’s a sucka and bluffing
Rapping arm bars
Bones get to crushing
Just If I move sudden
Tapping on the mat
But before that
You was embracing the cap
Or what I call fronting
Now look at you
All crooked
Back in the days
It was metro passes
Rugby
Hugo boss
RLX jackets
Only certain types of fabrics
If you had to put your man
On a shirt it was tragic
Every time you wore it
You cracked it
The city life was madness
Tae and lemon
Died from a car crashing
Remember when it happened
Moments frozen in time
Are typically the saddest
It’s kinda crazy
That even going home was a battle
What I thought was normal
People told me they never imagined
Shit like that would really happen
But it’s the psyche
It’s frightening
When you dissect it
They put us all in a section
And limited all resources
And implement more problems
Which just makes us go against us
Now we sitting here confused
And too prideful to admit it
It’s shitty
But that’s the cards nigga
I’ll play the game
But I’m counting
I know they are nigga
Andrew Jackson
Ain’t different
Than Adolf hitler
I hope this music
Wide’s your scope
To see the bigger picture
I love my city
But I’m tryna think bigger
Northeast nigga
After the digits
Blanking when I’m ripping
I Be in the zone
No twilight
My vortex is vicious
Hood shit
No blooding or cripping
Never rapping fiction
Tryna get a dollar
And just make it do addition
We the
96 bulls
Rough as the 88 pistons
Over fam
We drawing 88 pistols
Getting stomped by 176 shoes
Or 88 niggas
Go figure
I would be that nigga
Food for thought
Serving clean spinach
Clean your colon
Cuz I’m the shit
Off the top
Or written
Yeah but that’s a given
You ain’t Shaap to the magic
You tripping
Spade bars
Rapping books
By the millions
I need the millions
You can keep the six figures
And stupid pensions
Your health insurance is shitty
And my rent still expensive
Family members who got kids
And they need school clothes
And pencils
I meditate
So y’all don’t fuck up my mental
This life Is hectic
What the fuck

Let’s take it back to 94
I jumped out the womb
Then jumped off the porch
And even then I knew
The flow would be scorch
Niggas was hating of course
But they just fueling all this greatness
For sure
My mother loved me
I was her lil boy
Stick to the subject
It’s fuck em to anybody
Who’s a sucka and bluffing
Rapping arm bars
Bones get to crushing
Just If I move sudden
Tapping on the mat
But before that
You was embracing the cap
Or what I call fronting
Now look at you
All crooked
Back in the days
It was metro passes
Rugby
Hugo boss
RLX jackets
Only certain types of fabrics
If you had to put your man
On a shirt it was tragic
Every time you wore it
You cracked it
The city life was madness
Tae and lemon
Died from a car crashing
Remember when it happened
Moments frozen in time
Are typically the saddest
It’s kinda crazy
That even going home was a battle
What I thought was normal
People told me they never imagined
Shit like that would really happen
But it’s the psyche
It’s frightening
When you dissect it
They put us all in a section
And limited all resources
And implement more problems
Which just makes us go against us
Now we sitting here confused
And too prideful to admit it
It’s shitty
But that’s the cards nigga
I’ll play the game
But I’m counting
I know they are nigga
Andrew Jackson
Ain’t different
Than Adolf hitler
I hope this music
Wide’s your scope
To see the bigger picture
I love my city
But I’m tryna think bigger
Northeast nigga
After the digits
Blanking when I’m ripping
I Be in the zone
No twilight
My vortex is vicious
Hood shit
No blooding or cripping
Never rapping fiction
Tryna get a dollar
And just make it do addition
We the
96 bulls
Rough as the 88 pistons
Over fam
We drawing 88 pistols
Getting stomped by 176 shoes
Or 88 niggas
Go figure
I would be that nigga
Food for thought
Serving clean spinach
Clean your colon
Cuz I’m the shit
Off the top
Or written
Yeah but that’s a given
You ain’t Shaap to the magic
You tripping
Spade bars
Rapping books
By the millions
I need the millions
You can keep the six figures
And stupid pensions
Your health insurance is shitty
And my rent still expensive
Family members who got kids
And they need school clothes
And pencils
I meditate
So y’all don’t fuck up my mental
This life Is hectic
What the fuck