RACKS

(Um, I don't care jayxhunna!)

(Nelik, are you ok?), Only chase after racks (Okay, Okay)

My paper will stack (All day, All Day)

My brother, my slatt (My gang, My gang)

I rather be alone and chase my goals, got shooters on every floor

(Uh), they trained and go, had to let you know, in case you tote that pole (Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole)

Can't speak your mind, when you out of time

Don't cross that line (That line, That Line)

You think we close, You ain't my Twizz, You ain't my Slime (My Slime, Slime)

I had a bad day but I slid to the bank, now I feel fine (Get to the racks)