Don Raxkz - Untold Stories

I was just at the crib chilling
And I looked up to the ceiling
Swear to Ima make it
Keep my mind on the mission
If it’s money on my head
Well nigga come try to get it
I’m just worried bout my business
I’m following my tuition
They gone tell you that they love what they see
But they got hate up on yo dreams
I’m just hear telling you
What you afraid to believe
Gotta shine through the pressure
Ima diamond in the rough
It’s in my essence to be the bestest
Never had to act tough
We gone bring that pressure straight up to Yo door
Ain’t no need trying to hide
I’m coming for what they said wasn’t mind
She gone feed you all them lies
You gone eat up and swallow it with yo pride
Bet you still think that little hoe divine
He gone tell what he know
Soon as swally come walking up to his doe
Bet you believed
That he never would’ve told
I’m telling you what I know
Or what I seen
By the age of 18
I lost some niggas who would’ve loved to See me bling
But it’s alright
Cause imma run it up for all y’all
My pockets gotta stand tall
Wont let no nigga block me like he Shaq
I’m just running up my Raxkz
Cause they thought that I could never do that
For my vouchers I swear I won’t never lack
He gone cock back his strap
Take that ride
He ain’t never coming back
He riding round wit the flame up on his lap
I need some k’s I need some Raxkz
Finna be k’s
Laid on the mat
If it ain’t k’s
Like kkk
We finna clap
But make lul shordie see all black
Let’s take that ride one more time
I won’t never fold
Lost in my thoughts
Can’t depend on to many people
You stack yo funds
They want every dollar
So what you do
When yo people say they starving
You coming through
I just gain and maintain
Bring that pressure through the pain
They gone try to tarnish your name
Gotta stay strong
Feel like I’m battling with rain
And she trying not to drain
Could see the bullet aiming through my Peephole
Is you really ready to die
You gone tell everything or lie
Hear that sentence 20 to life
Hop on the stand and testify
These niggas grinches I can’t lie
Rather see you you locked up doing time
Than see you riding by they side
These niggas green
So Apple pie
These niggas sweet like pumpkin pie
I was brought up to be hard body
And if that weather get a lil chilli
Grab a sweater and grab that roddie
Make yo shawty see what’s real
Teach her the game and run up mills
Loyalty over royalty
Don’t be a snake up in her field

Written by:
Isaiah Pierre

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