Did some numbers then I went and copped a Porsche I brought them bottles on bottles I fuck with models on models I'll take that bitch with molly I got the racks on racks Campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign Check out my campaign, campaign,

(And I'm never coming back) I'm running across the tracks, Oh, I'm running across the tracks, Pulling the blindfolds back All we did in life We're gonna escape this trap Gotta get a life (I fall behind, I fall behind) And every leg that I have to break

I shine right 'cause I grind, bitch hated on mine My heart's in it, I'm authentic, it's clear to see it's my time (These bitches don't want none) I got twenty racks on my new jeans I got ten more in my blue jeans I walk in then I turn up Pimp tight liked

Say fuck the drug test, go'n pass my gas mask Flat screen, I back back, I see my racks stacked I wanna live like a drug lord, but I wanna be glorious Sometimes I feel like a kingpin, I'm so victorious I got a white and a black girl, they look like an

You cross that line, boy and there ain't no comin' back I'm a crazy train, son, and you caught up in the tracks You've got me growlin' like a pit bull, brother I'm about to lock my jaws I'm a time bomb tickin' a real live wire Boy a shot in the dark, I'm

He want that bitch I don't want that Bitch on my dick 'Cause I got racks I count the sack Walking in Raf Bitch I'm a dog But I'm no pet I need a 'Vette

15 racks, 20 racks, 30 racks, I got them bands Rocks with the ice on my shirt and them D&G pants Ice on my neck and no I didn't get no advance Bitch you know I'm tryna fuck and I don't wanna dance Now I can't go to the mall 'cause they know who I am I

Who gon' ride wit' me? And gon' ride wit' me? Yeah, death before dishonor but you lied to me, dang Yeah, from the cracks and the holes in the pavement Ain't no hope for the youth, Lord, save me Gotta smile through it even though you hate it All I ask is

On cold nights In a prayer for dawn But the daylight Isn't what she wants The concrete Calls my name again I'm falling Through the cracks I slip She got down on hands and knees, one ear against the ground,

What they gone' do? Put blindsides on my eyes, young nigga I can feel the money (I can feel the racks) I got some young niggas pull on the opps And they kill for money (they slide they slide) You ever felt a zombie? (Who?) Yo' body gon' smell like vomit