If we never try, we never know If we keep the faith, our love will grow
9-9-9-91, 9-9-9-91, uh
Summer of 91, that's where these spills from
Before that mambo shit, it was these real ones
We came from nothin', my nigga, we from the real slums
A bunch of close cousins, head and feet bundled up
Mama loved us, grandma raised us, pop left us
Look at the hand like dubbers, we still play them
Dice in my hand, we shake them and still fade them
And it's hard work, cause at times we still cable
But it's love, right? Yeah, but it's hate at the same time
God, play your part, remain smart, the streets dark
Keep grindin', son, you gon' make it
This shit is obvious, the chart's yours
My nigga, f*ck it, the world is yours
Now watch me break it down and shed like the last supper
On my Russell Westbrook, my nigga, that's triple-double
Or 32 like magic or MJ backwards
That's no-look passes with a fadeaway package
What that make me unstoppable, damn it
I'm on top of the planet
Flow sick, it should come with some masses
91-94, 91-91-94
91-91-94, 91-94, 91-94
Look, when the 94, they had to cut me out my mama
C-section, she stressin', hope my pops don't give up on her
But he did, did he not want me to be his kid
Never mind that, replace them emotions with dollar bills
That's real, I feel like I was born with all this wisdom
And intuition, see my perspective is God-given
Hope he forgive me for sinning with naked women and henny
Remember pinching them pennies
Now I'm ballin' like Penny for real
I'm really intelligent, don't insult me
I never been a chicken, I ain't poultry
I was just a kid committing adultery
Shallow-minded thoughts really bored me
Deep-thinking ladies seem to adore me
We had a connection, but it was cordless
I ain't got the time, but damn, she gorgeous
I'm talking about my watch, you can't afford this
I'm going hard until I make the Forbes list
We gotta find a way to win, my team will never forfeit
Now tell me, who really f*cking with Jordan
Correction, it's Guru Truth when I'm in here recording
My vibe is right, I set the mood real like special shit
We in my room late night like David Letterman
The fake love keep on knocking, but I can't let it in
When Guru Truth and John Jr. on it, let it spin
Uh, 91-94, 91-94, yeah, yeah, go
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If we never try, we never know If we keep the faith, our love will grow
9-9-9-91, 9-9-9-91, uh
Summer of 91, that's where these spills from
Before that mambo shit, it was these real ones
We came from nothin', my nigga, we from the real slums
A bunch of close cousins, head and feet bundled up
Mama loved us, grandma raised us, pop left us
Look at the hand like dubbers, we still play them
Dice in my hand, we shake them and still fade them
And it's hard work, cause at times we still cable
But it's love, right? Yeah, but it's hate at the same time
God, play your part, remain smart, the streets dark
Keep grindin', son, you gon' make it
This shit is obvious, the chart's yours
My nigga, f*ck it, the world is yours
Now watch me break it down and shed like the last supper
On my Russell Westbrook, my nigga, that's triple-double
Or 32 like magic or MJ backwards
That's no-look passes with a fadeaway package
What that make me unstoppable, damn it
I'm on top of the planet
Flow sick, it should come with some masses
91-94, 91-91-94
91-91-94, 91-94, 91-94
Look, when the 94, they had to cut me out my mama
C-section, she stressin', hope my pops don't give up on her
But he did, did he not want me to be his kid
Never mind that, replace them emotions with dollar bills
That's real, I feel like I was born with all this wisdom
And intuition, see my perspective is God-given
Hope he forgive me for sinning with naked women and henny
Remember pinching them pennies
Now I'm ballin' like Penny for real
I'm really intelligent, don't insult me
I never been a chicken, I ain't poultry
I was just a kid committing adultery
Shallow-minded thoughts really bored me
Deep-thinking ladies seem to adore me
We had a connection, but it was cordless
I ain't got the time, but damn, she gorgeous
I'm talking about my watch, you can't afford this
I'm going hard until I make the Forbes list
We gotta find a way to win, my team will never forfeit
Now tell me, who really f*cking with Jordan
Correction, it's Guru Truth when I'm in here recording
My vibe is right, I set the mood real like special shit
We in my room late night like David Letterman
The fake love keep on knocking, but I can't let it in
When Guru Truth and John Jr. on it, let it spin
Uh, 91-94, 91-94, yeah, yeah, go
Www.LRCgenerator.com
9-9-9-91, 9-9-9-91, uh
Summer of 91, that's where these spills from
Before that mambo shit, it was these real ones
We came from nothin', my nigga, we from the real slums
A bunch of close cousins, head and feet bundled up
Mama loved us, grandma raised us, pop left us
Look at the hand like dubbers, we still play them
Dice in my hand, we shake them and still fade them
And it's hard work, cause at times we still cable
But it's love, right? Yeah, but it's hate at the same time
God, play your part, remain smart, the streets dark
Keep grindin', son, you gon' make it
This shit is obvious, the chart's yours
My nigga, f*ck it, the world is yours
Now watch me break it down and shed like the last supper
On my Russell Westbrook, my nigga, that's triple-double
Or 32 like magic or MJ backwards
That's no-look passes with a fadeaway package
What that make me unstoppable, damn it
I'm on top of the planet
Flow sick, it should come with some masses
91-94, 91-91-94
91-91-94, 91-94, 91-94
Look, when the 94, they had to cut me out my mama
C-section, she stressin', hope my pops don't give up on her
But he did, did he not want me to be his kid
Never mind that, replace them emotions with dollar bills
That's real, I feel like I was born with all this wisdom
And intuition, see my perspective is God-given
Hope he forgive me for sinning with naked women and henny
Remember pinching them pennies
Now I'm ballin' like Penny for real
I'm really intelligent, don't insult me
I never been a chicken, I ain't poultry
I was just a kid committing adultery
Shallow-minded thoughts really bored me
Deep-thinking ladies seem to adore me
We had a connection, but it was cordless
I ain't got the time, but damn, she gorgeous
I'm talking about my watch, you can't afford this
I'm going hard until I make the Forbes list
We gotta find a way to win, my team will never forfeit
Now tell me, who really f*cking with Jordan
Correction, it's Guru Truth when I'm in here recording
My vibe is right, I set the mood real like special shit
We in my room late night like David Letterman
The fake love keep on knocking, but I can't let it in
When Guru Truth and John Jr. on it, let it spin
Uh, 91-94, 91-94, yeah, yeah, go
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Writer: Jourdan McGowan, John Jr Williams
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid