Racks in the Middle

Album: Single release only (2019)
Charted: 26
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  • Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah, I was ridin' 'round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle
    I was ridin' 'round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah

    I was riding 'round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle
    Had to pray to almighty God they let my dog out the kennel
    When you get it straight up out the mud, you can't imagine this shit
    I been pullin' up in the drop tops with the baddest bitches
    Young nigga been focused on my check (Mhmmhm)
    Got a new coupe wrapped around my neck (Mhmmhm)
    Tryna put the water on my Patek (Mhmmhm)
    I got killers to the left of me (Mhmmhm)

    We was lurking on 'em, ain't show no mercy on 'em
    We was goin' back to back, we put a curfew on 'em
    It was dark clouds on us, but that was perfect for us
    We know you always crash and burn, but it was working for us
    Limo tint the V-12, double check the details
    Gotta cross my T's and dot my I's or I can't sleep well
    Millions off of retail
    Once again, I prevail
    Knew that shit was over from the day I dropped my presale
    Hold up, let the beat build
    See me in the streets still
    I been fightin' battles up a steep hill
    They gave my road dog twelve, it was a sweet deal
    And I been ridin' solo tryna rebuild
    Look

    I was riding 'round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle
    Had to pray to almighty God they let my dog out the kennel
    When you get it straight up out the mud, you can't imagine this shit
    I been pullin' up in the drop tops with the baddest bitches
    Young nigga been focused on my check (Mhmmhm)
    Got a new coupe wrapped around my neck (Mhmmhm)
    Tryan put the water on my Patek (Mhmmhm)
    I got killers to the left of me (Mhmmhm)

    Look, under no condition would you ever catch me slippin'
    Motorcaded shooters plus the Maybach chauffeur driven
    If they catch me wit' it, gon' send me off to prison
    Judge ain't sympathizin', court don't show forgiveness
    Engine in the Lambo' drownin' out the music
    Silk Dior with the flowers, five gold Cubans
    Champagne while I shop, hope I splurge foolish
    Closin' escrow twice this month, both commercial units
    Damn, I wish my nigga Fatts was here
    How you die thirty somethin' after banging all them years?
    Grammy nominated, in the sauna sheddin' tears
    All this money, power, fame and I can't make you reappear
    But I don't wipe 'em though
    We just embrace the only life we know
    If it was me, I would tell you, "Nigga, live your life and grow"
    I'd tell you, "Finish what we started, reach them heights, you know?
    And gas the V-12 to the pipe and smoke"

    I was ridin' 'round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle
    Had to pray to almighty God they let my dog out the kennel
    When you get it straight up out the mud, you can't imagine this shit
    I been pullin' up in the drop tops with the baddest bitches
    Young nigga been focused on my check (Mhmmhm)
    Got a new coupe wrapped around my neck (Mhmmhm)
    Tryan put the water on my Patek (Mhmmhm)
    I got killers to the left of me (Mhmmhm)

    Another million dollar bail, that's just some regular shit
    See my granny on a jet, some shit I'll never forget
    Next day we flew to Vegas, with my Puma connects
    We break bread, we ain't new to success
    Bleed music, invest, enterprise, take lucrative steps
    Cold game, but I knew it was chess
    As a youth in the set
    Learn the game, you a student at best
    But it's a couple things you can expect
    Look, just like money know money, nigga, shooters respect other shooters
    We was both, don't want my crew on your neck
    I'm on the freeway in a drop, it got me losing my breath
    I do the dash with the blues on the deck

    Mhmmhm
    Mhmmhm
    Mhmmhm Writer/s: Chauncey A. Hollis, Dustin James Corbett, Ermias Joseph Asghedom, Greg Davis, Rodrick Moore
    Publisher: EMPIRE PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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