Nine Out of Ten

[Intro] Yo, straight from the block to the burbs, feel the beat drop (Shady!) I’m Dom, the bomb, spittin’ fire, never flop (uh huh, power up) [Verse 1] I roll through the streets, then bust white suburbia gates Married moms fiendin’, dad’s ghost, grindin’ late Contractor slides in, they sniff oxy, pupils wide Kids holla “Mom!”, she drops lies, seals the ride (yeah) Penthouse flex clash with picket fence beef Empires crash on pills, secrets beef From trailer park dirt to gated spots raw Haters plot, but I clap ’em, no pause (straight up) Bars slice deep, like a switchblade swing Addiction clamps down, in the glass, self-made king Ghost runs the screen, Power hustle climb Backstab hits hard, under them grimes [Chorus] Nine out of ten, it’s nothing One out of ten, you’re fine Nine out of ten, it’s something One out of ten, divine So lean with lust, we lead with lust Lead with lust Lead with lust escapes no hush (ooh, yeah) We ride, you spit, it slips.. (it slips) we slip.. down mine.. body (ah, down deep) [Verse 2] Bottles bust in clubs, hit suburban traps Scandals heat up, crews get scrapped Dad’s out ballin’, she links with the fix-it dude Lines disappear fast, in the fog of a foul mood (that’s right) Kids ball in yards, blind to the scam Rumors slap hard: “He switched teams?” Damn Cash floods pain, but demons climb high Crew locks down, hidden facts we pry (keep it real) Quick spit bars, Em energy, dump the mag From Detroit freeze to NYC swag, we bag Raisin’ Kanan blocks, young grind spark Street rules busted, under lamp dark [Chorus] Nine out of ten, it’s nothing One out of ten, you’re fine Nine out of ten, it’s something One out of ten, divine So lean with lust, escapes no hush (whisper that, Shady) We ride, you spit, it slips down mine (down low, infinite) [Verse 3] Beefs pop off, like Pac droppin’ heat Disses slide smooth, clown the weak Ja Rule dips out, in the fade glance 50 took nine slugs, but bounced back stance Power moves heavy, Ghost plots top-tier Empire stacked block by block, no fear AI flips beats, 50 owns the code Pump out bangers, in the tech mode Tupac mark, thug life inked deep Links hold tight, in the beef we creep From Queens corners to screen realness Kid forged in flames, unbreakable steel Haters hate, but crowns stay locked Game flipper flow, forever clocked I’m Dom, the bomb, ownin’ this mic Spit truth raw, strike after strike [Bridge] Beat bangs hard, peel off the fake front Snap links, grab stacks, buck the runt (no doubt) Crown gripped tight, raw flex we bump Boss locked in, rules twisted, no chump (bow down) Terror stories flip, blood in the bar stream Flex the climb, from dirt to top cream [Chorus] Nine out of ten, it’s nothing One out of ten, you’re fine Nine out of ten, it’s something One out of ten, divine So lean with lust, escapes no hush (ooh, power) We ride, you spit, it slips down mine (ah, Kanan style) [Outro] Yeah, that’s the hustle, blocks to burbs blaze hot Cravings spike crazy, in the spotlight plot (never quit) 50 Cent base, Em link timeless fire Grit straight, smash after smash, no liar (grit, yeah, Shady! AI king) I’m Dom, the artist, closin’ this joint Mic drop heavy, straight to the point