Patriarch
Can't get comfortable
Learning to live
For the things I can't see
If you ain't know
I came from the mud
Name someone hot as me
Way I be dabbing
Chick I'm a daddy
Ain't got time to play with kids
I need a plate
I want them Big M&M's (Megamillions)
I want a yacht
I need some planes
I want a house on the lake
Can't catch me chilling
With these fakers
Cause' I know that they snakes
Amazonian Cambodian
She ride with the squad
She say Rack Mane you the realist
And your music go hard
That's real
Forever keep it Trill
My flow been quarantining
Cause' they say my rhyme's is ill
Uh, G.I. status
That's when I'm in the field
Think I'm from Pittsburgh
By the way I tote that steel
Black and Yellow
Black and Yellow
Black and Yellow
Black and Yellow
Get a verse from Rackzz
Then you're a lucky fellow
Lucky Fellow
I'm a patriarch
I'm thinking moving into a Varnish Castle's
Not stacking up your chips
Can turn your life into a troubled hassle
Keep mine with the dip
Rackzz LAYS with the cream
Wu Tang, Raekwon the chef
I want to sport Cuban Linx
I'm a 95 Baby
And I know that you hate it
And I know you wanna change it
But that's the Era that made Me
Cause' Ima child of God
Man of Faith
You might not see
But keep your faith
We all gone eat
A Bigger Plate
And Best Believe
They'll Be Brighter Days
Child of God
Man of Faith
You might not see
But keep your faith
We all gone eat
A Bigger Plate
And Best Believe
They'll Be Brighter Days
Brighter days
Darker drinks
Deeper pockets
Getting Rich
Money Mitch
Banky Franky
You can call me Mr. Hanky Panky
Lotta Fifties
Lotta Hunnas
Lotta Bentley's
Lotta Hummer's
Lotta 7.62's for my 6'2" drummers
Speakers knocking
It's a storm
What's in the trunk
I think they call it thunder
Lavage living in the city
Where the hittas envy
How many bodies that's done dropped
Lives lost over a silly come up
Can you tell me that
I know you tired
Hard to survive
Dry your eyes
Cause' it's gone be alright, Aye
Uh, I know you tired
Tryna survive
But dry your eyes
Cause' it's gone be alright
Yes it is
Where they do that at
Say, tell me where they do that at
Where they do that at
Say, tell me where they do that at
Cause' Ima child of God
Man of Faith
You might not see
But keep your faith
We all gone eat
A Bigger Plate
And Best Believe
They'll Be Brighter Days
Child of God
Man of Faith
You might not see
But keep your faith
We all gone eat
A Bigger Plate
And Best Believe
They'll Be Brighter Days
Learning to live
For the things I can't see
If you ain't know
I came from the mud
Name someone hot as me
Way I be dabbing
Chick I'm a daddy
Ain't got time to play with kids
I need a plate
I want them Big M&M's (Megamillions)
I want a yacht
I need some planes
I want a house on the lake
Can't catch me chilling
With these fakers
Cause' I know that they snakes
Amazonian Cambodian
She ride with the squad
She say Rack Mane you the realist
And your music go hard
That's real
Forever keep it Trill
My flow been quarantining
Cause' they say my rhyme's is ill
Uh, G.I. status
That's when I'm in the field
Think I'm from Pittsburgh
By the way I tote that steel
Black and Yellow
Black and Yellow
Black and Yellow
Black and Yellow
Get a verse from Rackzz
Then you're a lucky fellow
Lucky Fellow
I'm a patriarch
I'm thinking moving into a Varnish Castle's
Not stacking up your chips
Can turn your life into a troubled hassle
Keep mine with the dip
Rackzz LAYS with the cream
Wu Tang, Raekwon the chef
I want to sport Cuban Linx
I'm a 95 Baby
And I know that you hate it
And I know you wanna change it
But that's the Era that made Me
Cause' Ima child of God
Man of Faith
You might not see
But keep your faith
We all gone eat
A Bigger Plate
And Best Believe
They'll Be Brighter Days
Child of God
Man of Faith
You might not see
But keep your faith
We all gone eat
A Bigger Plate
And Best Believe
They'll Be Brighter Days
Brighter days
Darker drinks
Deeper pockets
Getting Rich
Money Mitch
Banky Franky
You can call me Mr. Hanky Panky
Lotta Fifties
Lotta Hunnas
Lotta Bentley's
Lotta Hummer's
Lotta 7.62's for my 6'2" drummers
Speakers knocking
It's a storm
What's in the trunk
I think they call it thunder
Lavage living in the city
Where the hittas envy
How many bodies that's done dropped
Lives lost over a silly come up
Can you tell me that
I know you tired
Hard to survive
Dry your eyes
Cause' it's gone be alright, Aye
Uh, I know you tired
Tryna survive
But dry your eyes
Cause' it's gone be alright
Yes it is
Where they do that at
Say, tell me where they do that at
Where they do that at
Say, tell me where they do that at
Cause' Ima child of God
Man of Faith
You might not see
But keep your faith
We all gone eat
A Bigger Plate
And Best Believe
They'll Be Brighter Days
Child of God
Man of Faith
You might not see
But keep your faith
We all gone eat
A Bigger Plate
And Best Believe
They'll Be Brighter Days
Credits
Writer(s): Rakwon Grier
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