Special

917 Rackz

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    Rackz, rackz, rackz, rackz
    She said I'm special, trynna love me I can't let her
    I'm bout to marry this 38
    Push the pedal for my [?] just 30 days
    Being careful, told my attorney wait, so

    I gotta move smarter
    I'm taking risk, getting harder and harder
    I play with that pussy, get neck like a collar
    But my heart can't love, I think I need me a doctor
    What you ever been through

    He food, take his plate
    Now he left for utensils
    My bitch got money and I'm making money
    Told her we got potential

    Only 16, this lifestyle makes me mental
    Keepin the grippy my only essential
    And I touch that shit you can tell from my vessels
    Go run to your king, bitch that me so just slide on my temple

    You don't wanna fuck I can't help you
    Talking gon make the cops look us gibberish
    Bitch comment heart eyes I just won't pin that shit
    Pushed her away, said its 'cause of our differences
    Everyone focused on images

    They hear my rhymes, take my rhymes
    Then run like they lyricists
    Everything got its lingo like its hieroglyphics
    We got knocks in this pyramid
    Talking that shit to me, you sound illiterate

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    I'ma pull up and start spinnin shit
    Pop up and start drilling shit
    Rap fast like the song never finishing
    Lyrical genius and yall are my witnesses

    That boy is buns and he sweet like some cinnamon
    I'ma point guard, and he still workin on dribbling
    Free all the guys trynna prove that they innocent
    Search me on all platforms, see my exhibition

    East splitting breech homie, these are my dividends
    I'ma perform you ain't listening
    End of the verse so they know I'm the golden one
    You trynna beef but you don't even own a gun

    Wait till the show is done
    Then we pull up
    Put my hood up
    Power, explodin sum

    Ya mans stole my shit but you know I wrote that one
    We don't act bad, all my guys they be goin dumb
    Know who it is on the real and you know the one
    Nina with me and she finna start blowin sum

    Why they mad that I do what I do
    Why they mad that I'm makin it further
    They so mad, gotta keep me a tool
    If I call up my spice, he gon burn em

    White man can't jump, but white man can shoot
    Still hitting lungs with my burner
    You make it hot boy, I cannot slide to ya block boy
    Call up JB for the shmurda

    She said I'm special, trynna love me I can't let her
    I'm bout to marry this 38
    Push the pedal for my [?] just 30 days
    Being careful, told my attorney wait, so
    I gotta move smarter

    I'm taking risk, getting harder and harder
    I play with that pussy, get neck like a collar
    But my heart can't love, I think I need me a doctor
    What you ever been through

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