Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch
Uhh, so why ain't i go to college
When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing
Good city kendrick maad city is where my mind is resting,
Want the title but im always fighting under card
Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard
Played like a deck, your cards were golden,
Riding around with ms. reece and them
Got stretch marks like she got four kids
Pull your eyes out the back sockets
A goody two shoe, she would of gone to heaven
Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done
Pull me in, throw me out
I don't know what you heard about
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