9ETher Lyrics

Shit I'll be the first to tell you, but it get spiritual, before it get physical every time

Protected by my angels, respected by my demons

(Ok cool let's go)

Its part of the illusion

You think I don't see, but I dig what you doing

I done rocked out with the best of em who you think that you screwing

Got my rocks off at 13, I've been my own shooter

You playing around with a chosen one you should know that you reaching

Can't play with my heart, I hope you don't get to leachin

She feeling my spark

I'm like, take it or leave it, I ain't unthawing my heart right now

Just look at you trying to run a marathon every time a nigga's guard go down

You wasn't peeping game, I wasn't going for none of that shit, Talmbout pound for pound

Give a fucke about a thousand rounds, hit them once, hear a coward sound

You was trying to get busy, bitch, let's get dizzy

You done psyched me up, bitch, don't turn me down

I'd rather run up a 100, go get me some money like send me a dummy or something

Dumber the runner, the dumber the funds

Swear, she can take it, but at this point, lil' baby, running for fun

A pussy with power, a pussy with guns, I'm not running from none

Only five guns, bitch, its a hundred of them

Bitch, I got five drums, I'ma dun, dun, dun, dump

Nigga, fuck you talmbout

Reaper, yeah, huh

High off vibrations, I'm in the 9Ether

Just don't bring me down, this shit probably get evil

Learning how to keep calm in the fire without reaching

Huh, I can teach you something

You don't know what you don't know

Sit back and let me tell it

Hold the pot still, let me whip up this message

I ain't have it made, it wasn't ever ready

It wasn't ever there

I ain't never had my cake and ate it to

Nigga you think that they care

Nigga, nawl

Give a fuck bout the blind pain

Ain't nothing different, you weren't trying to change

Off of psychedelics, going through mind games

Geeked as fuck beating down old mind frames

Yeah, hmm, yeah

Huh, let's go

I'ma keep it, 100

I'm Belly

I'ma keep it, 100

I'm $koob too

See Belly be tripping

And$koob he be chilling

But believe he a fool too

I ain't running game

No, you don't know my name

I ain't trying to confuse you

Trying to guess this shit like Blues clues

Fake love, bae dats what them blues do

Its part of the illusion

You think I don't see, but I dig what you doing

I done rocked out with the best of em who you think that you screwing

Got my rocks off at 13, I've been my own shooter

You playing around with a chosen one you should know that you reaching

Can't play with my heart, I hope you don't get to leachin

She feeling my spark

I'm like, take it or leave it, I ain't unthawing my heart right now

Just look at you trying to run a marathon every time a nigga's guard go down

You wasn't peeping game, I wasn't going for none of that shit, Talmbout pound for pound

Give a fuck about a thousand rounds, hit them once, hear a coward sound

You was trying to get busy, bitch, let's get dizzy

You done psyched me up, bitch, don't turn me down

I'd rather run up a 100, go get me some money like send me a dummy or something