Raceclock

Oooh shit
This fucked up
Got to record this
Before they lock me up

Crackers see you living good
Want to take your stuff

Lock you up
Tax you hard
They don't give a fuck

Send blue falcons
To fuck you up

I'm on my grind
Not tryna shine
In background
Tryna mind my business

Blue falcon 4g
Mad single soldiers
Fuckin all the local birches

Dick long black
Midwest raised
Where they slave bitches
For tender

Better watch your bitch back
I have her selling pussy on the air base
Ill pimp her

First sgt
Got wind
He gave me extra duty

Ar15
Serve my time
Court Marshall unit

Restrict me to the barracks
Reduced my pay

Ranger snuck in Spanish birches
Pretty hair ass and titties
They got tamales

I got tequila
They brought Molly
I smashed everybody

Shifted my focus
After some riches

Blue Falcons is crackers
Stop me in Kansas

Why you got loud
Why you got pistols?

Oh you got bread?
With us you gon split it

They lock me up
Took my pistol
Took my AR

Crackers set my bond
Scheduled my court date

Ain't want to let me get a phone call

Locked me in a cell
Blood on the wall

Cracker took me to the box
Look of fear on my cellmate face



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Williams
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