[Chrous]

Gangs racks, tryna keep our money rite

Gangs racks, tryna keep our money rite

Gangs racks, tryna keep our money rite

Everything be half, half

I just keep the one as my-

[Verse 1]

Oh, God, I'm not a sinner, I'm a fun guy

Come with life, science from my downtime, downright

Every line of chemtrail, the influence, long before they inhale

Our sedition ruined, I don't get stale

Pasted, they say I steady handle on the lantern

Relief hangin' like a carrot on a angler (Whaddup)

This grown man's work, I'm bout to close the mothеrfuckin' pit like a sandworm, It can'́t hurt

Why's it always at turn, this reocurrin' cancer?

Dеadmen crazy, we gon' turn them stanzas, standard

Soldered in that fuckin' panorama but our [?]

I don't got nothin' for these chanders (Huh)

[Chorus]

Gangs racks, tryna keep our money rite

Everything be half, half

I just keep the one as my-

Fuckin' right, I won't show it, I'm lovin' my shit

I'm the fuckin' guy, keep a fuckin' gun

Gangs racks, tryna keep our money rite

Everything be half, half

I just keep the one as my-

Fuckin' right, I won't show it, I'm lovin' my shit

I'm the fuckin' guy, keep a fuckin' gun

[Verse 2]

He was a random where we from like what's your subpicture? (Where you be at?)

Oh, they said cuz sent you

Alright I'ma fuck with you, they must had enough of you

I ain't even beginnin', sheesh, super ego comin' through

Pussy, I don't live to please, stuck in them intricacies

Can't trick or trigger me, I itch the piece

Kickin' like I hit the spot, y'all say basic shit to me

And knock a bitch for clout, told bro make that pick or leave

Modern me might pick it out, nowadays

Why the roof look like a wall? Where the door? (Where the door?)

Baby, why you askin' why I called? Bitch, I'm bored

Told bro you don't worship God, it's a story (Bro, I'm sorry)

Act like you been through it all, okay, sure (Okay, sure)

Must be born to take that fall, thank you, Lord, why don't you forsake me more?

Why this life was made a chore?

Feel like all that's takin' form since I'm born I'm so torn, feel like scorn, feel like gore

Lethal Co, I hold the torch

[Chorus]

Gangs racks, tryna keep our money rite

Everything be half, half

I just keep the one as my-

Fuckin' right, I won't show it, I'm lovin' my shit

I'm the fuckin' guy, keep a fuckin' gun

Gangs racks, tryna keep our money right

Everything be half, half

I just keep the one as my-

Fuckin' right, I won't show it, I'm lovin' my shit

I'm the fuckin' guy, keep a fuckin' gun (Huh, huh)