Nine - The Revenant (Prod by Snowgoons) VIDEO w/ Lyrics (Cutz by DJ Crypt)

Nine - “King“ Album produced by the Snowgoons out now: Order here: Merchandise: Get the song here: Subscribe! Follow Nine on Instagram: @ninedoublem FB: Snowgoons on Instagram: @realsnowgoons FB: Lyrics: It’s Nine, Nine and the Snowgoons Nine, Nine and the Snowgoons Nine Nine and the Snowgoons Its Nine Double M and the Snowgoons The Snowgoons and Nine Double M It’s about time, I am the Revenant And it’s about time, I am the Revenant Everything on the line and I’m fine with it What’s yours is mine, sniff a line of this Give you the whole Nine, I am the Revenant I give you the whole Nine, I am the Revenant They said I’m irrelevant, give a fuck I ‘m not celibate Doing it for the hell of it, now I’m back in my element I’m as fly as a pelican, super proud of my melanin They softer then gelatin, Dawg, I move like an elephant Dug a hole and you fell in it, different story you telling it Tell the truth while I’m selling it, Snowgoons is propelling it Not smooth but I’m elegant, start Beef like a Wellington Back out, put a shell in them, been gone for a while I am the Revenant, but this prevalent to the reason we all here I’m from the tenement projects, those was dark years Thats’ blood in my eyes, those are not tears Just listen to the point like Spock ears Imma clock here nigga, you moving out Set up shop here, instead of new I’m out The new Count Dracula, smacking ya with the back of the heckler Quarterback at your Acura, all my Music is secular Empty out the whole Tech in ya, wear Nikes when I’m checkin you Every bar disrespecting, you send your soul to the nebular Its Nine double M and the Snowgoons The Snowgoons and Nine Double M It’s about time, I am the Revenant And it’s about time, I am the Revenant Everything on the line and I’m fine with it What’s your is mine, sniff a line of this Give you the whole Nine, I am the Revenant I give you the whole Nine, I am the Revenant They told me the show was over, I told you what’s in my holster Will blow you to Nova Scotia , unless you in Nova Scotia I was supposed to roast you and give you the whole toast So slumped on your old sofa, you talk like you know Oprah Put one in your bro shoulder and watch you just roll over If you want I could go slower for certified weed blowers For knowers with no arc soon as the flow spark You see the bright light and then it gets so dark I’m leaning like Joe Clarke, you slow like a go cart Plus you got no heart, your thought you were so smart You off to a slow start, big mouth you a blow hard And I pray like oh God, he’s keeping it real You niggas like to pillow talk I sleep with the steel You can only catfish if I give you the reel You ain’t got enough drive, tell Jesus to take the wheel You really need Jesus to take the wheel