Where's Rack$

Aye Rack$ where is the music
Why you ain't been dropping
Nigga I hate you
You got all this time and ain't give us shit

They been asking where the music
I promise that I ain't lose it
Collecting all them blues I forgot about the acoustics
They was tryna count me out but I'm never gone let em do it
Only time they hear my thoughts is when I'm under the influence
They been asking where the music
I promise that I ain't lose it
Collecting all them blues I forgot about the acoustics
They was tryna count me out but I'm never gone let em do it
only time they hear my thoughts is when I'm under the influence

Let me address all the questions you know I never fell off
I just been catching these extras I turned myself to a boss
Just had to R.i.p my daddy I stay suffering losses
And every time I think about it my whole stomach get nauseous
Mama can't do all of that stressing
Know yo son got it covered
And every time I get a dollar I split half my brother
Taught us to watch over our backs cause all we had was each other
Ima pay off them work nights and all the time that we suffered
Hopped down, all alone, got it on my own
I'm a boss now, fill the room watch me set the tone
Took a loss OW, yeah it hurt, you gotta move on
Golden child, wit a hard head, ain't do what I was told

They been asking where the music
I promise that I ain't lose it
Collecting all them blues I forgot about the acoustics
They was tryna count me out but I'm never gone let em do it
Only time they hear my thoughts is when I'm under the influence
They been asking where the music
I promise that I ain't lose it
Collecting all them blue I forgot about the acoustics
They was tryna count me out but I'm never gone let em do it
Only time they hear my thoughts is when I'm under the influence

Used to play ball, got it in but I had stop
Deep field yeah I brought it in you was at short stop
The umpire on the field sided wit the opps
You's a cop nigga
How you sell the same drugs that pop nigga
Flop nigga
Who gone listen to you when you drop nigga
Ha nigga
Pockets funny that is not a lot nigga
Pop niggas
Gamble with yo life I'm like the slots nigga
Who ridin with ya?
Who gone ride shotgun to the drop Nigga

Flip top filled with drugs, stimulate his lungs
They say trap work wouldn't know I think that it's fun
When the shots ring you ain't a hoe if you gotta run
Im a ex con on the low I got it expunged
Im just fighting money demons praying I won't lose it
And this for everyone who asking Rack$ where the fucking music



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Writer(s): Kendell Long-wirt
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