Racks Lyrics

I want them racks

I want the rollie on my wrist

I want the 20 k per month

Push the vocal up front make it punch

Y'all some bitches

Soaking information like a sponge

The booth's smoking and I ain't light a blunt

Open the girl like I'm a key

I guarantee

I'm the flyest

I want them racks

I want the rollie on my wrist

I want the 20 k per month

Push the vocal up front make it punch

Y'all some bitches

Soaking information like a sponge

The booth's smoking and I ain't light a blunt

Open the girl like I'm a key

I guarantee

I'm the flyest

Here wo go again

Time passes

Eat the cereal every morning when then sun shines bright

Stand up turn on the light

Choose the outfit for the day with a closed smile

This ain't no drake poetry this is mine

While friends talking behind backs and they feel completely fine

Is this shit really right

Her bio says completely fine

Hours later she hung herself in no time

Is this shit really right

Shit I ain't perfect like picasos handwriting

When I die put my body in a golden coffin

Fuck your outing

Shit I'm living it

I don't know if you can call my shit feeling

But shit I'm feeling it

Kicking it

Would never regret it

God damn

Never tell me that I'm defeated

Shit every time I'm going to repeat and repeat

And I know some other rappers trying to compeat

But they never compleat

and you know I was way to nice

I would never fight back

Even tho I knew I could fight back

Never dared to crack a nose or to stand up arrogant and make a fucking pose

I'm not like that I swear to God

I want them racks

I want the rollie on my wrist

I want the 20 k per month

Push the vocal up front make it punch

Y'all some bitches

Soaking information like a sponge

The booth's smoking and I ain't light a blunt

Open the girl like I'm a key

I guarantee

I'm the flyest

I want them racks

I want the rollie on my wrist

I want the 20 k per month

Push the vocal up front make it punch

Y'all some bitches

Soaking information like a sponge

The booth's smoking and I ain't light a blunt

Open the girl like I'm a key

I guarantee

I'm the flyest

Shits different with me

I don't write my lyrics I feel them

It's like an instinct or a feeling

Shit I don't know

Give me a color pallet and a brush and I paint the pain and I paint the lyrics

My rhymes are appealing

Close my eyes when she sings and I start to see things

Clear now

What about I buy me a new mansion a new house

Without any struggle allow

From my head to the mic let me transmit

I wanna win the oscars like I'm Brad Pitt

And I'm gonna commit to this shit

And I'm gonna admit

That I talk write and lie a lot

But they still permit

Oh shit

I saw her face and I know I'm gonna split

The check

Relax

Perhaps

I should've been with her

And kept going the romance

You know I don't flex with crazy money stacks

And mashine gun straps

Shit's been on my mind I'm just waiting to collapse

My heart is made out of gold and it's decorated with a bunch of cracks

I want them racks

I want the rollie on my wrist

I want the 20 k per month

Push the vocal up front make it punch

Y'all some bitches

Soaking information like a sponge

The booth's smoking and I ain't light a blunt

Open the girl like I'm a key

I guarantee

I'm the flyest

I want them racks

I want the rollie on my wrist

I want the 20 k per month

Push the vocal up front make it punch

Y'all some bitches

Soaking information like a sponge

The booth's smoking and I ain't light a blunt

Open the girl like I'm a key

I guarantee

I'm the flyest