The Big Scheme - Nineties Baby Lyrics

I'm a Nineties Nigga
I'm a Nineties Nigga
I'm a Nineties Nigga
I'm a Nineties Nigga
I'm a Nineties Nigga

Ain't no better f*cking decade than the Nineties Nigga

Picture when I die do Big scheme belong in heaven
Would you really miss me or just miss all of these blessings
Can I take a second just to speak to what I've learned
Every time I lend some trust that shit just leaves me burned
Then my stomach starts to turn and thoughts start eating me
I can't even tolerate a friend or an enemy
I just need the bills like I got kids that depend on me
Only judge a book by its cover if its history
Only say you love me if you promise there's no leaving me
Hate the ones that dap me up but can't keep it a bean with me
I just wanna win but I'm crashing like fatalities tryna stack up but this life ain't fair
If police lock me up for weed they giving me the chair
Happiness is rare the goal is still clear
Change, Maintain, Do the same
Change, Maintain, Do the same

I'm a Nineties Nigga
I'm a Nineties Nigga
I'm a Nineties Nigga
I'm a Nineties Nigga

Ain't no f*cking better decade than the Nineties Nigga
So I had to let you know that I'm a Nineties Nigga

I look you in the eyes I see the light it don't take all day to recognize sunshine
Feelings felt for you I swear I can't deny
Comparisons to other girls that shit ain't worth the try
Are you my Nineties Baby
Like Tupac would you ride
Or are you Bill Clinton would you cover me up
You sweeter than some doo wop
Heart warm like apple pie
You're the only prize of mine
Worth more than cracker jack's
Let this good love fill you up just like a tub
I can not suck a toe but I can show your body love
Let's be vulnerable then one day unstoppable
Running through my mind convinced you doing cardio
Baby you a Ruby
Swear to God juliet
Fell in love with you it ain't even take the sex
Look you in your eyes is it nervousness or bliss
Cause girl this Scheme really is the shit

(All you bitch ass hoes stop f*cking with my nigga scheme)
(Nigga speaking real facts)
(He don't miss you bitches but he miss you bitches got damn it)
(Nineties baby got damn)
(Dropping soon got damn)
(Nineties Flow)
(F*ck a 12)
(F*ck a system)
(I don't learn lessons)
(I don't teach these hoes)
(And go f*ck with my song out)