Rack

I be feeling like fuck cops let em get the buck shot

Dollar dollar bill ima show you where the buck stops

Hit them with the kung pao I be going nuts now

Used to get the run round shorties wanna fuck now

Baby im back again, aint nobody iller

Beating on my chest like a fucking gorilla

Grew up on a tribe called quest and J Dilla

But the Mac taught me how to swing donuts for real

I'm just a product of my motherfucking environment

So growing up all I wanted was a coug on wires

Now the crew gone wild, I spit a couple freestyles

Turned my life around, gave these cats food for thought

They wanna bite me now but what's surprising about it

Not a motherfucking thing I guess

Thats why I gotta do mine, I put in all of this time

The first son turn water to wine, I'm not lying

Boy I'm not even trying, I'm Popeye off the spinach

Going out of his mind, these cats chicken and they about to get fried

Sitting in a cloud in the sky

Looking like a fucking crash course on how to get fly

On the bay bridge headed to the rowdier side

Where the base heads don't be sniffing powdery lines

They smoke rock cocaine from Ronald Regan

But we still know every song off of Ronal Dregan what up

I'm a fucking bay boy all I do is make noise

Motherfucker what up

Had the sauce day one I ain't talking A-1

Lil mama wassup

We was chewing on pills going stuey in the hills

Motherfucker what up Now I'm all around the map with the bay on my back

I just bought a Glock just to shoot at the cops

Pop, pop, pop, turn a big to a fucking pork chop

What's next, aint playing with these cats no more

I get to murdering the beat that's what the caskets for

I got a feeling in my gut that the cash is close I hear them switching up the tune tryna match the notes

And it's snakes out there so the grass get mowed

I aint tripping thats exactly what I'm asking for

I told them go ahead and bank on me

Rappers fronting like they gassed up really go their tank on E

If you feeling brave go and play about me

Sweet as sugar iced tea what it aint gonna be

Okay?

Headed back to the mission

Sliding on the bridge bumping back to my mission

All we ever wanted was some slap in the whip

$500 on the car and a rack in the system

Im actually different the fax and the printer

Back to the wall til my ass got splinters dog

Dont pass me a swisher

If it ain't a back it aint even all that

On the bay bridge headed to the rowdier side

Where the base heads don't be sniffing powdery lines

They smoke rock cocaine from Ronald Regan

But we still know every song off of Ronal Dregan what up

I'm a fucking bay boy all I do is make noise

Motherfucker what up

Had the sauce day one I ain't talking A-1

Lil mama wassup

We was chewing on pills going stuey in the hills

Motherfucker what up Now I'm all around the map with the bay on my back

Motherfucker what up