Exhibit 9: UNTI_L_D

Runnin' this funnel this I'm bringing it back You making fun of me, nigga that wack Don't get attached nigga relax I'm makin' moves and you hate it thats facts Get in the booth, chirpin the truth Flurry of punches, like babe call'em ruth Swinging for fences, I don't sound pretentious Cuz when we lock eyes, you just threatened a menace We playin tennis, dive in that that Hennessy See take the plunge Party with a star and nigga named sponge Run around licking it, living for the fun of it F*ck around find out, living for the time out Killing every minute, we winnin Re-centered, we finna, Re-enter, like a spider, we venom We shoot, get 10, get bent, we sent Them back to the start Been runnin the funnel, or shit falls apart Y'all playin with toys, like kids at the park I'm chillin with the boys, where bite meets bark Embark on adventures Halfway through smash your car get a fender Steal yo girl, back it up, and I bend her She gets drunk, gets lost in the bender Doom with the mask, you act, pretender Got the wrong guy, send the letter back to sender Hurt so bad heard you changed up the genders Full disrespect, ran through like the Jenners can't make it back, Maybach incentive what Oh god my god we got it alright Oh god my god were gonna get it right Seeing my path with glasses on Count up the numbers your math is wrong add or subtract, divided by five I make it look easy, with blinders on Trippin my way through your collage bar You make it sound like your not that far I could fly away for days Come back and make it look not as hard Spill the jar Fill it back up with a candy bar Making no sense, your thought are weak Find the persimmon, get asked to speak No you ain't rhyming, yo raps are weak Get on my phone and, I might just tweet How you been lacking, your easy to beat Fire to the feet, and the feet to the fire I spit the rhymes that'll make you retire Call me a lier, this looks dire You on your knees, you call me sire I am a king, what you think Banging my chest, and clean up the ring Not talking bling, I'm thinkin the thing Where people throw punches, the fat lady sings End of the match, hear a ding ding ding Back to the middle when I made it look easy Flow so good in, the wind like breezy Finna tell it straight, no lie ain't sleazy Words on the track so simple like weezy People get greedy, sugar diabetes Eat to much, you die meet hades I'm just tryna make it to the other side (the other side) You can come with me, buckle up, and we'll see the sky Sure we lovin life and its no surprise (no surprise) but sometimes I get angry when you come home and I you think I'm blind I've been your gettin rides from the other guys (other guys) I know where you living, see my eyes thats a fuckin lie Bitch thats a fuckin lie Oh god my god we got it alright Oh god my god were gonna get it right lets keep it a buck, Giannis Milwaukee Don't keep it real then nigga stop talking Baseball bawking, cant find parking Place is packed, got popo watching Writing my bars, you can almost taste it Fell it on the ground, in your wifu's basement It's so good, so ill, so sick Got new name, ambition on a stick Oh ah burned your skin Aloe vera, take the hint You ain't wanted, you look nervous Bite your nails, just dig, resurface Rhyme with purpose Time will tell, who fight with verses Cant fade a way if, we loudest Get in your face, with prowess Writing these rhymes is a super power Writing these rhymes is a super power Cooked like stakes, slow burn for an hour Fall off the bone, it tastes so sour Smells so good, we smokin that flower Listen to the words i'm sayin The bars on tracks i'm laying Foundation, the outer world is waiting I'm pacing Bidding my time cuz the world ain't racing lets face it Listen to the words i'm sayin The bars on tracks i'm laying Foundation, the outer world is waiting I'm pacing Bidding my time cuz the world ain't racin