[Verse 1: Neako]

Ah, I’m floating on cloud 9

I’m feeling results, of a 9 win about mine

Been in the trance since 9, it’s about time

I’m a rhyme, I just riddle facts

Money and cars is the things that they give you back

Born in the projects, tell me can you picture that

I’m in the places that I never seen you niggas at

I ain’t lying, switch flows I ain’t trying

People tryna sell me info, I ain’t buyin

Put in work, many hours, I was slave, many powers

I display, make these cowards run away

I drift like the weed smoke, inhale, exhale as we go

Spanish girls yeah they sippin henny

You can get it, if you tryina spend it, pretty penny follow me -

[Bonnie Blunts]

Money on my mind, put the dummies in line

With my back against the wall, never slipping, never fall

Hitting licks from the winter to the fall

Need a real nigga only answer when I call

We shop in boutiques while yall shoppin' in the malls

Hit the streets, smoking dutches or the raw

Get me home, hit the sheets, no panties, no draws

Fuck him till he soft, I’m a rebel with a cause

Let me take you on a tour, niggas always want more

But I ain’t got the time, tryna make the world mine

By the rhymes of my mental, take care of my kinfolk, like I was a Winslow

You get it, don’t regret it, if I said it

Bitches hating on the low

But I don’t never sweat it, just deadin' them foes

Let me get this fetty, paper chase on my toes

So I’m always on the go

Never slowin' down, pour up another round, this that LVL sound

[Verse 2: Neako]

These levels is endless, my enemies senseless

Pull up and pull off in a big boy engine

You niggas defenseless, my youngins relentless

The plane lift off, nigga we living

My verses is heard by all my niggas in prison

I’m good with the words but even great with the vision

I could reach you from far, I got the illest precision

I done a lot on my own, so I could earn my own throne

Stack up and get this money and get a new home

Act up and feel the pressure, a nigga hood grown

I set out for glory, I owned the pen before I'm writing the story

I see no nigga before me, or anywhere in sight

This is celebratory, let’s go!

[Bonnie Blunts]

Queen with a crown that be down for whatever

Whatever, Wherever on my Maxwell shit

Pluck pigeons by the feathers, they all flock together

Blunts on the dresser make moves that’s clever

Under pressure, I never fold

I got 9 lives let the story be told

I be the black cat with my eyes gold

Dance in the moonlight, and let the time go

I’m tryna do right, but I can’t move slow

Hit the pedal to the floor cause I can’t get enough

And I always want more

Push the button on you whores, while I’m making all the noise

Pushing big boy toys in the ring like Floyd

Get your nigga high and send him home paranoid

All my bitches fly, flick it up on polaroids

I gotta get high just to get by

Blowing weed, smoke, level up

This shit will be televised