Diseman - Racks Up

Young nigga
Get ya racks up
You fall down
Get back up
Let me know you ain't playing
They going have to call
Back up
I'm by myself wit it
But I came wit a crew
Don't give a fuck about me
Well they don't give a fuck about you
I'm plotting and planning
Tony Montaning
We top of the line
And changing the standard
Never got shit handed
We took Shit
And demanded
What I ask for
Is what I ask for
For you ask like
What you gotta mask for
Got money through the back door
Now we coming in through front
This what I pay tax for
Now we getting money through the front
This type of pound
Weigh a ton
Toast a nigga bun
Turn a nigga to a sub roll
Acting funny wit the money
They a hit you wit a drum roll
You can't play like a console
They a put a the Burrell to ya tonsils
You should be a king
If you castle
Never back down from the hassle
We don't take no shit
From no asshole
We got tissue
So what's the issue
Let your toilet paper stack

Young get your racks up

I was down
And got back up
Got back to the music
I'm just trying to put
Plaques up
It's like my life's on edit
Now we teaching bout credit
We putting bread in the oven
I turn the nob like
Set it and forget it
I don't Keith sweat it
Let's make it last forever
Gotta get the grater
When it comes to the cheddar
They don't wanna See us better
They want us writing off letters
But we all about the lettuce
Gotta add bacon
History in the making
We showing them the real
While Everybody faking
He say he gotta business
I don't see that shit
You really gotta LL C that shit
You wanna be a boss
Gotta see that shit
Gotta believe that shit
Be the last one out
When u leave and shit
You can't grieve and shit
Fuck all the greed and shit
Plant a succeed and quit
Get ya racks up

Written by:
Gregory Reese

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