Living Like Kings - Hunnit Racks

Ain't takin' it back
This .40 gon' clap
I did what I did to put us on the map
I'd do it again ain't never goin' back
I'm hopin' I don't have to kill in the trap
I hope I never have to see my brother die
If I do I'ma shoot I can't get him back
I hope I never slip and make my momma cry
Wanna give her nun' but a hunnit racks
Hope I never slip, fuck around and die
I run away then I'm runnin' back
Can't trust no one, no strings attached
With a loaded gun and a beam to match
Ion have no fun, so these dreams are crap
I'ma flip this bread just like an acrobat
Like an acrobat
I run up them bands and you cannot relate
Can't be more than friends ion go on no dates
I ain't throwin' my hands up
I'm runnin' from drakes
I'ma do what I can but these bitches gon' hate
We just gettin' our bands up before it's too late
Just gettin' our bands up I know you can't stand us
Ride in the foreign, Glock in the Phantom
Clothes are too boring, gifts just like Santa
We got to the bag and we was just randoms
We got to it fast, it feel like a ransom
Ion even know, I am just different
Put a tag on your toe for actin' suspicious
You niggas a joke, there's no competition
Don't hop on this boat because we are winnin'
Pop pills just to cope, that's the only thing fix it
Crack seals just to float, but that is just different
But that is just different
Ain't takin' it back
This .40 gon' clap
I did what I did to put us on the map
I'd do it again ain't never goin' back
I'm hopin' I don't have to kill in the trap
I hope I never have to see my brother die
If I do I'ma shoot I can't get him back
I hope I never slip and make my momma cry
Wanna give her nun' but a hunnit racks
Tryna get my mom the Benz that she wantin'
Patience Ma the bag fasho comin'
Quarantine and chill in your stomach
If she say I'm bad in bed then she frontin'
Someone say they want me dead then I'm dumpin'
People hate I got the bread so they huntin'
That just shows that you a lame, ain't worth nothin'
Type of bitch to talk some shit then they runnin'
Try to stop me from pumping a buck in your stomach
You know I'll bag your bitch and leave you with nothin'
Bands are comin' from nothin', worked for a year but it payed for a dozen
Ion owe a bitch nothin', watching for the storm the rain finna come in
Wish that it wasn't, keep it a hunnit
Or this chatty be bustin'
Ain't takin' it back
This .40 gon' clap
I did what I did to put us on the map
I'd do it again ain't never goin' back
I'm hopin' I don't have to kill in the trap
I hope I never have to see my brother die
If I do I'ma shoot I can't get him back
I hope I never slip and make my momma cry
Wanna give her nun' but a hunnit racks

Written by:
Joshua Ward

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