Oh, Fr

I'm on the track not talking bout London
Wasn't enough they said I was nothing
Stacking the bread not talking Panera

Stop at the bank not talking bout Sarah
I live and I serve but I don't show love
You all the way down I'm way up above

My life is a movie but there is no ending
Back on my grind, get money we spending (shh)
Choppa gon make him go silent

My choppa want beef like Kobe no Bryant
I wanted her number she acting defiant
She wanted my service I call her my client

Broke up with that hoe she got on my nerves
I'm sleeping in bed while she cooking Hors d'oeuvres
I feel like I'm Uzi don't care if you cry
First day and I'm back like my nigga Kai

Like my nigga Nas I'm back on the track
Don't worry bout me I'm just counting these racks
Stay chasing the cheese but I ain't a rat

Stay chasing the cheese and you know that's a fact
I been on the road ain't no coming back
Cause I did all this shit and now look where I'm at

You was talking bout me but look where you at
Talking bout me get you put off the map
You talking bout shit that we already doing
You is a lame, why you not included

Hallo's run through em, right now he not moving
Call me RackChaser Kai cause that's what I'm doing



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Writer(s): Naasir Humphrey
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