speakin' on racks i'm ready
might get freaked on stage
i was shooting dice on the pavement
real street nigga get paid
baby ass nigga stop pouting
i count mine with the accountant
i could do a drill without drowning
got six rings with no outing
play if you want then do it
speakin' on racks i'm ready
you don't want no smoke with my vatos
let me tell you something i don't know hoes
we ain't skipping no block
i'm plugged my plug named chuno
young nigga strapped with a semi
you ain't do shit when your niggas died
taking a nigga down like he playing for the falcons
do the lean back have these bitches off balance
you are not me lil' hoe i got standards
let me talk to him one time
my shooters be happy on drugs
had to spend the block like two times
i'm his his lil brat huh?
you don't really really really want none
your mama still shop with coupons
steady talkin' bout what you not on
speakin' on racks i'm ready
ain't talking bout cake get the fuck out my face
niggas get killed everyday nigga round my way
ain't too much i gotta say
my name hold weight round
shit get slow then we go back to taking it
he still won't talk to em
big rock shooters aim straight at his face
when the glock get popped
nigga where you gon run to?