(Hook)

I done ran up them racks and it’s evident

Boy don’t make me get out my element

I ain’t sick but I’m sipping on medicine

I think this like the richest I ever been

I got plugs tryna front me some work

Young Rich Nigga, got that shit out the dirt

Try to run off put that boy on a shirt

You ain’t seen what I seen I done been thru some hurt

(x2)

(Verse)

I just ran thru some racks in LA

I got that gas thru TSA

Tryna get za it’s like 4 bands a plate

Givenchy drippin I’m having my way

If he ain’t talking racks get the fuck out my face

I just ran up like 20 at BOA

Met a few plugs tryna catch a low rate

I’m tryna double whatever I make

I work for that shit so I gotta go spend it

Hе talking shit? Tell my young niggas spin it

Big bags of green, we ain’t selling no spinach

Bad lil bitch giving mе mouth like a dentist

Pull up In Jag and no it’s not rented

I’m having racks and no it’s not tennis

I’m popping tags they Gucci, Givenchy

I fucked up Melrose just to boost up my image

(Hook)

I done ran up them racks and it’s evident

Boy don’t make me get out my element

I ain’t sick but I’m sipping on medicine

I think this like the richest I ever been

I got plugs tryna front me some work

Young Rich Nigga, got that shit out the dirt

Try to run off put that boy on a shirt

You ain’t seen what I seen I done been thru some hurt

(x2)

(Verse)

If he want it, I’m giving him pressure

Cop 5, and I’m giving you extra

Hollywood, I’m whipping a Tesla

Question the work and I give you a tester

I was down bad fighting my demons

So I copped the Palm Angels from Neimans

You ain’t stay down when I really need it

Now you want a piece of my plate cause I’m eating

I don’t fuck with them niggas they hoes

Come round my way with that shit get exposed

Have my young nigga to come wipe your nose

Could’ve stayed on the porch this the life that I chose

I feel the shit that I rap cause I live it

Glock 17 it came with extensions

Hung out the window and I got to hittin

I ain’t proud of that shit I’m just tryna pay the rent

(Hook)

I done ran up them racks and it’s evident

Boy don’t make me get out my element

I ain’t sick but I’m sipping on medicine

I think this like the richest I ever been

I got plugs tryna front me some work

Young Rich Nigga, got that shit out the dirt

Try to run off put that boy on a shirt

You ain’t seen what I seen I done been thru some hurt

(x2)