Racks on Racks

I get racks on racks

I get plaques on plaques

they talk shit

they mad

I don’t care they cap

I’m back I’m back

I got way too many watches

That’s how I know it’s my time

I gotta whole lotta money

That’s how I got all these dimes

I feel like I’m Kendrick Lamar

Bitch, don’t kill my vibe

I feel like thug

YSL

I be chillin with my slimes

They talkin shit

They high as hell

So I don’t pay em no mind

I’m 26

I’m feeling great

Feeling way better than fine

They say I needa drop a mixtape

I just tell em give me time

But I don’t really want that clout

I don’t really want that stress

I wanna chill with my girl

I don’t really want that mess

But I still pay my dues

Yeah

Gotta do it for the checks

I ain’t ever gonna cheat

Yeah

I just follow all the steps

I took the game and the run the shit

These other rappers outta breath

I hit the gym

I gotta flex

Layin in bed

I got a text

Came from my EX

She like wassup

How you been doin?

How you been livin?

Wanna meet up?

I just like ya

Trust me I’m good

I got a girl

And she fine

She doing everything you wish that you could

She do all the shit that you should

Have

She got good brain and a fat ass

I blew my money on you every day

But nowadays I gotta big bag

Run it up

Run it up

Run it up

Ruin it ip

Run it up

Homie that’s all I know

The choppa be blastin I’m

Dropping em low

I’m in a whole nother zone

I’m feeling good in my Gucci cologne

Homie I’m talkin Versace

They wanna copy

Came for the broccoli

Now these bitches wanna bone

I gotta go

Bitch I’m a Goat

Bitch I’m rilla

Feel like I’m Glo

I’m on a mission to get it

I’m close

I feel like kanobi

I’m bringing them hope

You wanna try me

Nah homie don’t do that

I think that you’re better getting a rope

Damn

I get racks on racks

I get plaques on plaques

they talk shit

they mad

I don’t care they cap

I’m back I’m back

I spin for the dough like papa John’s

I pull up

I’m taking your bitch and she gone

she like how I’m dressin

I keep on flexin

rockin Gucci with that Saint Laurent

I told you already I’m ready to rock

if you play with my shooters

You probably get shot

I give it all that I got

I am not you

You are not me homie stop

You sat on your ass

Fucking lazy ass hell

But me I get to the guap

I gotta couple of problems

I know

Atleast I ain’t fakin to put on a show

I gotta do this for all of my bros

I gotta do this shit all for my fam

I’m thanking God every day I’m alive

Thinking back then

To the day

When I fucked up and made a mistake

Homie I could’ve died

Playing with guns and bitches

I learned my lesson quickly

You really dont know bout the trenches

This is the life I have lived In

I made it out of some fucked up positions

I did that shit cause I handle my business

I’m running the game and I’m making em witness

I’m sitting back and I’m making my hit list

I’m fucking your bitch for the cardio

Then I go hit up for the gym for the liftin

Bitch ima run this shit endless