L-line a nigga up just like a pencil (like a pencil) L-l-let you hold my flow, yeah I just blessed you (just blessed you) I just fucked up five racks, dropped it on a jacket (on a jacket) F-f-fuck the bitch one time, she said that I'm rude (I'm rude)

Runaway baby like a runaway train Runaway and never look back Like a train comin' off the tracks Well, I sold my guitar for a diamond ring Yeah the preacher's daughter's got a thing for me With all of our stuff in a pick up truck Yeah we're headed out

The people found the mountain, Climbed up from that hole in the ground We'd look around until we find, we find Through the cracks in the sky And threatened to fall, And we'll be just fine, and we'll be just fine. Still I don't believe, I don't believe.

This that Juelz Santana, rockin' them Gucci bandanas In the war zone with the hittas I'ma pop up on you in the latest Count my racks up, take a little dope Get my pistol, I don't trust these folk I fuck with shawty 'cause she don't post (Post, post)

Racks up, racks up Semi, semi, keep it tucked Bad bitch, bubble butt High school sellin' beans Dropped out now I'm rich Flexin' 'til I'm 66 Pullin' up, Bentley truck

These hoes gon' choose, that's a fact 'Cause they know a nigga running up them racks 'Cause they know a nigga running up them racks (I run) 'Cause they know a nigga running up them racks (yah) 'Cause they know a nigga running up them racks (it's Lil'

All guns, all guns blazing Twisting the strangle grip Won't give no mercy Feeling those tendons rip Torn up and mean Blastmaster racks the ground Bent on survival Full throttle hammers down A deadly scream

Breathe in deep And cleanse away our sins And we'll pray that there's no God To punish us and make a fuss You're so happy now Burning the candle at both ends Your self loving soothes And softens the blows you've invented Cracks healing up

Live it up tonight This my first day out, I'mma live it up tonight First day out Gave my mama hundred racks And bought a iced-out AP watch And bought a Cuban links just to match it That was voodoo, that was magic Nigga be cappin', I just be laughin' That

All these racks bombin' in, they bombin' in (hold up) Aye, count my guap, count my guap Cannot stop comin' in, comin' in Pull up in a drop top, she drop dead I pulled up in a drop top, she drop dead My diamonds dancing hopscotch, they holding hands My