Kenyadda - 9th Inning Lyrics

Half these niggas kind of look like Sisqo, the antics getting out of control
You can't exchange them moves for a hit though
The bars light but yall aint the gun bar king
Before I wrote this I was playing Charlene
Yeah nigga, rhythm and blues to get in my bag
For my brothers I''m like sean I would give them my last
For my family I'm like gucci take the shirt off my back
Yall do anything to nitpick take dirt from the past
You keep climbing up that hill but when it hurts so bad
Why does his music feel good and still touch my soul
I know some people back home hope that I only go gold
But then again its niggas saying i'm the best thing told
And my family like wayans, no we're more like the dungeon
I was so low on money had to break down an onion
And my mama tried to stop me but when the money started coming
Three ways on the phone like what the f*ck he becoming
I replied like please you're only blessed when you sneezed
She took it out of context, I'm like girl we got needs
All that praying on your knees therapeutic but please
It's a breeze when you got it and you pay it with ease
But its more spins this cycle, more flows to decipher
F*ck clout niggas better pay the piper
F*ck a list tell me who will co-exist
Marathon you niggas still in a blitz
After you peak niggas try to usher you out
I'm still in the mix I'm out and about
I'm just speaking for the future, god bless me with years
Wish I could say the same for me peers, but you know
Everytime I come around you see your wife grinning
Don't be mad your career is in the 9th Inning
Everytime I come around you see your wife grinning
Don't be mad your career is in the 9th Inning
I haven't dreamed in a while I think I'm living it out
I met this new jawn I can't decide I'm feeling it out
My new approach is just be open with them, air that shit out
I'm not an okey don't approach me girl about whereabouts
You dealing with a nasty nigga, tongue out like im Yoshi
They say I'm boujee they saw Yadda eating on tuna poke
I'm use to eating the Strogie, half pan mostaccioli
Keep opinions to your self the punch line is Mick Foley
The quiet nigga in the room, I'm usually the sharpest
And labels say they can't market my music won't hit they targets
Plan to recoup a few times over that's one hell of a margin
Before we even get this started I need contract like Hardens
Pardon all my niggas we didn't have shit but apartments
Mama made the living room work we did pallets on carpet
My soul is the darkest, practically right next to carcass
Oh so heartless, regardless or whatever we call this
But 9 to 5's and the struggle got me oh so tired
Late bills cant pay them damn near hurt your pride
Torn between two sides to run a band up nigga
Put your hands up nigga, or be a stand up nigga
Cuz I aint trying to be 40 plus like we almost did it
Driving old honda civics, telling stories at bars
Like we were halfway stars, it just didn't work in the odds
And we didn't get the right cards, thats why I ducked the facades
More spins this cycle, more flows to decipher
F*ck clout niggas better pay the piper
F*ck a list tell me who will co-exist
Marathon, pour some crown out of nip
After you peak niggas try to usher you out
I'm still in the mix im out and about
I'm speaking for the future god bless me with years
I wish I could say the same for my peers but you know
Everytime I come around you see your wife grinning
Don't be mad your career is in the 9th Inning
Everytime I come around you see your wife grinning
Don't be mad your career is in the 9th Inning