Rackz

I just spent a lot of racks I just spent a lot of racks I just spent a lot of racks I'm just trying to make it back I just spent a lot of racks I'm just trying to make it back Slave in the matrix un shackled trying to make it out Niggas could of went to school but I took a different route Said I tried to fuck with school but that shit was played out Said I wouldn't' be shit now a nigga bossed out I just spent a lotta racks and you know I made it back Run up on the gang you get smoked like a fucking black I run up a bag n' I flip a bag Sit in the back I'm sipping yack Talkin' my shit bitch don't talk back You not my bitch if you ain't got racks If you ain't give tax you really not gang Rolling up three an I'm smoking on pain Push to sleep I just stay in my lane Ape in the cut stay away from the rain Get to the breesh no time to waste She need me to be her bae Shut up bitch I need my space I just need ya pretty face Uh yeah came from the bottom ran up to the moon Run up on me my nigga get boomed Look like the shit you see in cartoons My niggas ape like a baboon Flooding the town with the ps nah Niggas never seen a drought Rip to flippa gps I took the paper route Keep recycling paper never broke again NBA Never broke again I'm ballin out Once I got the keys made sure dump the ps Bitches geek off E Taxing on the z's, got her on dees Doctor tower round the corner every body like give me please Four grams stuff in a Marley Of course smoking out the p You niggas be talking that garbage And I don't respect it Them shells help to uplift him just like a fetish I love the breesh just like a fetish I love bitches I could not never Blowin that za to lower my temper Coup47 those the members My brothers I cannot forget em' Them mags we cannot forgot em' My ops smoke me if I left em' We smoke big ops out the gelato Thot bitch can't drink moscato We roll big ops out the gelati Like We roll big ops out the gelati Shady shady shady They hate me but they still need me Lately lately lately I'm crazy ugh I feel so crazy On the daily daily daily I cash another check Get right or you'll get left Running on E with my four pocket on lump Marry the paper, heart got cold it made me numb I swear love this paper to the bank I love to run Pushing weight no gym we dem Niggas with the funds I will never lack that is not my way Pack on my back so sorry I'm late Keep me a plate for a great escape My cup full of juice when it's not my day Bitch full of cap so get out my face So get out my face I just spent a lot of racks I'm just trying to make it back I just spent a lot of racks I'm just trying to make it back Slave in the matrix un shackled trying to make it out Niggas could of went to school but I took a different route I just spent a lot of racks Racks racks racks racks