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Racks in they face, stay in ya place Racks on the chase, it ain’t no delay I’m on the way I’m in a Range or I’m in a plane I’ma go to L.A. just to get to the cake There’s way more to make, I’ma make every day And my mind in a maze and I can’t find my pace And I can’t find my place, not even a trace (Ayy) You with the gang Insane in the brain, I’m bringin’ the pain, bang Fightin’ your place What is your name? I’m in your face (Gang, gang) Causing mayhem Say you not gang, you can’t play him Say what you sayin’ like you in the AM Make it, take it, chasing all you fakers, just face it You ridin’ them waves and copy and pastin’ You say you with but you ain’t with You say you a Crip with the lil’ stick Y ah, you say you’re all this ’til I’m in your mix At your crib, then that’s it Can’t relax, I’ma trip Rockin’ Raf with th Rick Kid, you must be kiddin’, it is what it isn’t Livin’ how I’m livin’, I’ve been causin’ mischief Chop it up, chop it, chop it up, chop it Lockin’ ’em with it, clock it’s tickin’ The hottest of women, I’m watchin’ her pivot Tip-to-toe flippin’ then trippin’ the tip in (Yeah) Pulled up with the iced out Barrett fifty caliber sniper rifle Pulled up with the iced out Jesus piece and I don’t even like the Bible (Huh) Just lost my twenty-four karat gold watch riding motorcycles (Huh) Pulled up with so much money, make a broke nigga feel suicidal (Huh) Pulled up with the heat on me like a gas stove and I’m cooking niggas (Huh) Even since I got money, I’ve been eatin’ better, nigga, I’ve been looking bigger (Huh) I be on the lean, Percocet bars, Quaaludes, and a little liquor (Huh) I be in the back gettin’ head, eatin’ caviar while I’m scrolling Twitter (Huh) I just bought like fifty acres for my mother, father, brother, and my sister I got so many colored pills on the paper plate that it look like Twister (Huh) Bitch shakin’ ass, gas on the scale, ten grams might break the Richter (Huh) I just sold a painting to the momma ten milli’ for some fuckin’ glitter (Huh) I just left my kids at home without a motherfuckin’ babysitter (Huh) I’m in the stu’ right now with Lil Jon, Pharrell, and Twista I’m in the studio with a Jew and he just said, “Shoutout Hitler” Iced out ring, iced out bitch both sitting on my middle finger Racks in they face, stay in ya place Racks on the chase, it ain’t no delay I’m on the way I’m in a Range or I’m in a plane I’ma go to L.A. just to get to the cake There’s way more to make, I’ma make every day And my mind in a maze and I can’t find my pace And I can’t find my place, not even a trace Not even a trace Not even a trace
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