BackWood Jones - Racks

Tell em all I ain't want the fame I just wanna go and get some money
I let a bitch get the D, took her out to eat and now she says she love me
I was raised by the crack houses with the dope pushers and the junkies
And I was putting in work, the only time you peddled shit was on a huffy
My line be bussing, I don't do this shit for nothing, we don't discuss it
I had a plug out in Denver, he used to be shipping them nuggets
Hate it or love it, I got a drum, you don't wanna hear this type of percussion
And I like to ball, I should be on ESPN and Stephen A. Smith need to cover it
Bitch I'm the truth
Watch me walk into the booth and deliver the rules on the first take
If you out here trying to be the second best then why the fuck you do it in the first place
Blessed with hustle, I'm the best to do it because I wanna get it in the worst way
I stay out the way, because if they see you lit, they'll blow out your candle like a birthday
If you out here looking for the cheese
Let me take you to the trap
We ain't living on our knees and we ain't never fuck with rats
I give a fuck what you believe
Because all I ever knew was facts
Balling like I'm in the league
And filling up the safe with racks
Small nigga did it large, and I be moving like the mob
Just make enough to make the haters have to come ask you can they get a job
I vow that I will never starve
Fuck detectives and the serg
I find a lick and then I'm sprinting to it I can let you other niggas jog
See life is like a deck of cards, playing bitches hearts, necklace got some diamonds in it
Walking in the club, sipping ace of spades, telling broke niggas mind your business
Pocket watching hurt your feelings, you can try to get it but I wouldn't recommend it
Squares never seem to fit around me, keep em out the loop we never let em in it
Now let me represent it, I ain't only see it, I was out here working hands on
I bet no nigga try to test me, I been keeping lead on me since the scantrons
Most you niggas bitches, wouldn't be surprised if you walked around with tampons
Because once I kick the door I'm taking everything ain't nailed to the floor and then some
If you out here looking for the cheese
Let me take you to the trap
We ain't living on our knees and we ain't never fuck with rats
I give a fuck what you believe
Because all I ever knew was facts
Balling like I'm in the league
And filling up the safe with racks

Written by:
Gregory Cherry

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