Intro
Yeah... hustle hymn, corner sermon.
Ruthless math — multiply or die. Uh.
Chorus
Rock & racks, that’s the language we speak,
white lines, gray nights, pockets runnin’ deep.
Hand to the sky but my heart on the street,
countin’ crack money while the world fall asleep.
Rock & racks, smell the winter in the air,
rubber bands, cold bands, every pair a prayer.
I made a throne outta steps and despair,
rock & racks — keep your eyes on the glare.
Verse 1
Wake up to sirens as the sun take a breath,
corner economics, pay the rent with sweat.
Shorty got dreams, I got scale-settled bets,
we split the gospel between the coke and the checks.
Opps wishin' while I’m wishin’ on a thicker stack,
my ledger like a sermon, every line got my back.
Cooked up salvation in a pot with no cap,
the streets baptize heavy when the product clap.
Snakes in the grass, they hiss with a slick grin,
friends turn to ghosts once the money slide in.
I keep a Bible and a burner in the same bin,
pray for my soul, hustle to save kin.
Chorus
Rock & racks, that’s the language we speak,
white lines, gray nights, pockets runnin’ deep.
Hand to the sky but my heart on the street,
countin’ crack money while the world fall asleep.
Rock & racks, smell the winter in the air,
rubber bands, cold bands, every pair a prayer.
I made a throne outta steps and despair,
rock & racks — keep your eyes on the glare.
Verse 2
Used to steal time; now I’m stealin' the clocks,
watch full of ice, but my past still talk.
Mama prayin’ loud, sayin’ “Baby don’t stop,”
I answer with a ledger and another block.
Flossin’ on the outside, inside’s a war zone,
countin’ casualties between the phone tone.
Law knockin’, feng shui of a taped-up home,
we move like chess, kings stay never alone.
Money smell bitter like the lies that we fed,
celebratin’ funerals and the deals that we fled.
I toast to the lost, keep the night in my head,
rock & racks feed the mouths that the world left dead.
Bridge
White dust halo, neon saints on the stoop,
we pray to the profit, sip hope from the soup.
Trust is a weapon, loyalty’s the proof,
I bury my doubt in the cash in my coupe.
If you want the crown, gotta crawl through the crack,
get blood on the suit and still put your back on the map.
Chorus (harder)
Rock & racks, that’s the language we speak,
white lines, gray nights, pockets runnin’ deep.
Hand to the sky but my heart on the street,
countin’ crack money while the world fall asleep.
Rock & racks, smell the winter in the air,
rubber bands, cold bands, every pair a prayer.
I made a throne outta steps and despair,
rock & racks — keep your eyes on the glare.
(Outro)
Porque music
See you when I see you
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