Lyrics
Cote Rack, I'm taking home
Cote Rack, I'm finna run the world
Cote Rack, I'm taking home
Cote Rack, I'm finna run the world
World on my shoulders, heart getting colder
Sons getting older, raising up these soldiers
Teach 'em war is in mind, keep your pistol for these vultures
Cause every day, you close
And I got the world on my shoulders
Heart getting colder, sons getting older
Raising up these soldiers
Teach 'em war is in mind, keep your pistol for these vultures
Cause every day, you close
Name a crime and I done done it
Trying to get some money, 'cause it wasn't coming
Fast shit, I was hungry, tired of being bummy
They treated me like a nun
How the fuck you got my back, ****?
If you always frontin'
Told my sons, if they gon' do it
You do it like they love it
Say a prayer for my auntie 'cause she still get beat by her husband
Family don't mean shit to me, molested by my cousin
And if we control our destiny, well I guess I had that coming
And school was never for her, 'cause I ain't want the teaching
Got passed with failing grades
Cause I ain't think I was gon' be who I am today
I did this shit with no degree
That destroyed our communities and abolished the unity
And I got the world on my shoulders
Heart getting colder, swords getting older
Gotta raise them to be soldiers
Teach 'em war is in mind, keep your pistol for these vultures
Cause every day, you close
And I got the world on my shoulders
Heart getting colder, swords getting older
Gotta raise them to be soldiers
Teach 'em war is in mind, keep your pistol for these vultures
Cause every day, you close
And them felonies, they ruin me
****, this ain't make believe
Got corrupted by TV to worship all their vanity
Selling dope to my uncle, fucking with my sanity
Fighting with these demons 'cause I swear they be commanding me
Gotta take control 'cause I know it's a better man than me
****, be yourself 'cause that gangsta shit ain't impressing me
Prison or early grave ain't what much left for me
Managed to stay out the way, they figured out the recipe
I only talk to bosses, so you workers stop addressing me
Made it out the hood without them phony **** next to me
Blinded by my problems, all these bills collect the stress in me
But I still got my crib though, somehow the Lord keep blessing me
Chopper need bullets, sons need pampers
I got so many questions, but I rarely find the answers
Chopper need bullets, my sons need pampers
We got so many questions, but we rarely find the answers
And I got the world on my shoulders
Heart getting colder, sons getting older
Gotta raise them to be soldiers
Teach 'em war is in mind, keep your pistol for these vultures
Cause every day, you close
And I got the world on my shoulders
Heart getting colder, sons getting older
Gotta raise them to be soldiers
Teach 'em war is in mind, keep your pistol for these vultures
Cause every day, you close
And I got the world on my shoulders
Heart getting colder, sons getting older
Gotta raise them to be soldiers
Teach 'em war is in mind, keep your pistol for these vultures
Cause every day, you close
And I got the world on my shoulders
Heart getting colder, swords getting older
Gotta raise them to be soldiers
Teach 'em war is in mind, keep your pistol for these vultures
Cause every day, you close
Written by: Deniro Farrar, Young God
