Chasing Racks

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, ha ha ha, ah, hell naw man

Chasing racks, that shit been on my mind, lil Q can't go back broke

Niggas hate me, tried to count me out, but lil Q kept his hope I'm on the rise

There's pain inside my eyes, the addys keep me focused

Middle child, but I ran up them racks like I been here the longest

Sipping green, I doubled all my cups, I named the pint LaForest

Diss them R's and run up out of luck, the Drake like, where you going

Nigga diss me, I won't even say nothing, just pop up and show him

Posting all these racks, but you in debt, and I know that you owe them

Down the road and you diss on the gang, I call my bro to pour him