Lyrics:
Racks by The Weeknd, racks by The Dawn
Mafia shit man, I feel like The Don
Making the climb, ain't no time for the fun
Star like a comet, I'm off
heart to many times aint got no love now
Drugs can't hold me
Sipping purple till my body numb
Streets so cold
They turn a pistol to a Tommy gun
I can't
and counting this money till I fall asleep cus I like how it feels
I don’t got to tell the bank teller She know what I like when she bring me the bills
Tommy
to find me nigga in the middle of these Skreets
4 cornas is where I stay
ain't na' nigga runnin punk
you gone die or I'ma die cause it ain't no room for
Be with me (Might just go crazy)
Be by my side
Be with me (It really ain't fun)
With me
Baby
(It really ain't fun)(I might jus go crazy)
Christmas ain't fun without you baby (It really ain't fun)(I might jus go crazy)
Be by my side
Be with me
with me (Might jus go crazy)
Be by my side
Be with me (It really ain't fun)
With me
Baby
twinnin' foreigns, now I'm in a Benz
I don't comprehend if it ain't about bands
Started squeakin' then it got me some fans
I'ma rock out, got my Glock out
Ba ba baa baa ba ba baa
You was a nigga finally make me kill one of y'all
Ain't a damn thing change
I still keep that thing
Right up under my
It ain't hard to tell, I excel and prevail
The mic comes in contact with the third rail
My raps react
They attack the wack just like a maniac
With
cow
I wish my dogs could be around, it ain't no fun without em
Mind is on a million, tunnel vision, ain't no funds without it
Couple niggas tried
of fifty crayons
'Cause I ain't got no beef with nobodies (nobody)
But those bodies need to realize that this is no hobby (no hobby)
I ain't your hook
Ain't sliding
We gone see them ops, shit let them pass
They mommas
We live for the drama
We'll kill anybody
Want some smoke? broski grab the tommy
She say
the body shop
Get your mommy knocked
And your Uncle Tommy molli-wopped
I take your life to the ninth inning
A knife in the gunfight, I love it, me and my
don't come with no jealousy
My illness don't come with no remedy (walk on by)
I am so much fun without Hennessy
They just want my love and my energy (walk
really doubt me?
Give no fuck about a bounty
Bitch I feel like John Gotti
Bitch I get it how I want it
I ain't playin ain't no bitch boy
Born broke die
ain't doin' no frontin'
Been around dog food since I was a puppy, got the opps mad, they wish they could slump me
Ayy, cause I hop out the Benz to hop
keep me a forty can't help it
These niggas they kiss and they tell
I was shipping the packs through the mail
I did it all by myself and i i ain't need no
slipping away
Away from me
It ain't no fun
Being in love all by yourself
It ain't much fun
Being in love all by yourself
Yeah, I know a lot of you
blue still roughin' me up
On the T.V. news still talking it up
Never thought Tommy Lee could be fuckin' it up
Methods of Mayhem, Filthy and Dutch
I walk
disrespectin' Biggie
So ya'll that talkin' that
Sound silly lil niggas
I say greatness takes time so
You can't rush me
I ain't from Ohio but nigga my grams
apple
So with all disrespect
To watch him burn like a
And get hung by his neck
Don't need no hammer
Give a fuck bout no tech
You won't get no help
reservation
Why tell me that I'm wrong cause ain't no invitation
Want to don't this on my own don't need no visitation
This is my vacation
Got a lot of time
born after fall, after dark
Why can't it all happen again and be reborn
Just how I am after the end
Hold on by a thread, controlled by your ten
Lift me
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