Verse 1 (Z.Settle):
Take all the weight off my neck
Back when I didn’t get checks
Back when I sat in the back of the class
Head down on the desk
Lord knows ima threat
Like god when I step
Junior high, only white kid that could touch the net
I’m used cracked pavement
And kids with knives at school
I almost got expelled for rapping
What am I to do
Ill keep doing me, while you keep on doing
Y O U
Im trying to
Be the one the greats can pass the title to
I remember enemies
Suicidal tendencies
I remember doing drugs that filled me with the energy
Way before the Hennessy
Finding my identity
I remember smoking weed that’s laced with methamphetamine
And Then i started doing sets
I was flowing like the sea
Had to put the game to rest
People saying RIP
I was getting all the bread
Getting whatever I please
They put the paper on my desk
I ain’t take an SAT
Chorus (Z.Settle):
Yeah I’ve been feeling low
Tryna spread these racks out on the floor
I could take you back, to the cracks in the road
I could take you back, if you really wanna go
I could take you back, to the cracks in the road
I could take you back, to the bank where I roll
I could take you back, to the crack in the stove
I could take you back, run it back, let it go
I could take you
Bridge (Z.Settle):
Back, back, I could take you back
Doc got girls all around him
Verse 2 (Doc):
Yeah, yeah, Roger that, what you think
Where you at
Yeah I got a hundred racks
Spitting facts like an almanac
Never messed with none that crack
Never broke my momma's back
I could take you back to
All the planned attacks
Suicidal thoughts creeping up and down my f*cking back
Never wanted none of that
Y'all cheesy like some easy Mac
Pen bleeding, hemophiliac
In and out of school for picking all these fights
I remember back home dad beat my ass at night
I remember knives cutting closer than a switchblade but
Its alright, its alright
Bridge (Z.Settle):
sh*t f*cked me up for life but it's alright
Chorus (Z.Settle):
Yeah I’ve been feeling low
Tryna spread these racks out on the floor
I could take you back, to the cracks in the road
I could take you back, if you really wanna go
I could take you back, to the cracks in the road
I could take you back, to the bank where I roll
I could take you back, to the crack in the stove
I could take you back, run it back, let it go
I could take you
Verse 3: (Chilly Boi)
I remember little bitty me
Spent a buck fifty when I went to the store
Now I got hoes want brand new clothes
sh*t that they see while looking in the vogue
Im like woah, sh*t
I ain't got the cash
Let me check my savings
Hella long night
And I woke up faded
Thinking back then this sh*t is hazing hold up
How did I end up like this
Wanted to switch up from taking the family pictures to smoking the swishers told myself id do what I want I ain't living the past life no more
Damn my future's so gold
Pockets thick like a chode
Ain't no way Ima stop 'till I miss out that rolls
Oh, oh
Okay im back on my bullsh*t
Blacked off my ass lookin' foolish
I need to make a to do list
One, make sure the damage is done
Two, make sure you're having some fun
Three, make sure to have a good day
I ain't got sh*t else to say, uh
Chorus (Z.Settle):
Yeah I’ve been feeling low
Tryna spread these racks out on the floor
I could take you back, to the cracks in the road
I could take you back, if you really wanna go
I could take you back, to the cracks in the road
I could take you back, to the bank where I roll
I could take you back, to the crack in the stove
I could take you back, run it back, let it go
I could take you