What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup
Next the homeless he see's as filthy rats, he's got a rack set up,
Cause we done did that
Hang em' up, the dish rack/
Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense
Rack city bitch, rack, rack, city bitch [x3]
I just added another platinum plague to my trophy rack
Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back
Got rewarded with the taste of ya mommas rack
All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that
You, you, you have to pay for that
A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab
Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack
Now get back before i unpack my rack & attack.
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