Pain To Racks lyrics

[Intro]
(Damn, Bocci, I might quit rapping)

[Verse]
Whoever thought a n*gga win
I was taking losses to the chin, I still ain't never bend
You ain't never did the sh*t I did, I been turnt since a kid
Me and VJ getting high off meds, stealing our daddy blick
I wish that we ain't take this road but f*ck it, this the life we chose
Me and your rose just wish you was lit and I was on a joce
I'm working my cutter out in the open field, I'm tryna get up close
I know my n*ggas smiling looking down like this b*tch really blow
You better duck your top and switch that lo, chop knock off half your 'fro
We been lost count 'cause all we do score, look, mama, I went pro
They gave me a hunnid racks to spеak my facts and put my life on wax
b*tch, I'm really that, sign my first deal, now I need platinum plaquеs
On perkys, I'm relaxed, codeine crazy, drink got me attached
I'm moving militant, I know it's that, why I'm forever strapped
No Christmas, her son was banging guns when we ain't have no funds
Right now I'm missing Sean, bro was the one, lost his life over none
sh*t, where they posted at?
Hand me that shoulder strap, bang this K making 'Nolia clap
Boy, I was certified before the rap, still'll go jump in black
This chop go off and leave some on they back
Somebody call dispatch, on my side, yeah, we known for catching hats
I turned our pain to racks
[Outro]
Mm, I swear to God, n*gga
Long live Leek, n*gga
Long live Sauce
Long live Quez
Long live Mari, you heard me?
sh*t crazy, I don't know how the f*ck I got here, you heard me?
Wish my brothers could see this sh*t
Free the guys
Long live the guys
Long live Heffe
Long live Don Dada
Only thing I trust is my choppa