

Prompt / Lyrics
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
Tags
Melodic trap, heavy 808s, anime style rap, EDM
3:15
No
1/16/2026