Guard Your Heel
Still stacking up these racks, I'm the number one villain
Haters on my shit like they ain't see the fucking vision
Caught up in the game, now I'm cookin' in the kitchen
Told 'em I'd be great, but they ain't want to fucking listen
Vintage Gucci on my frame, that's a different kinda flex
Tell the plug to send it over, I ain't fakin' with the checks
Rockin' Cartier bracelets, all these diamonds on my neck
From the trenches to the penthouse, we ain't never show respect
I was raised by the wolves, now I'm eatin' with the lions
Hit the block, made it pop, now we stack it to the sky and
Whippin' foreigns down the road, got the baddest by my side and
Everything I touch is golden, everything you do is tryin'
From the corners to the stage, I was destined for the crown
Hustle- Hustle every day, we ain't ever slowin' down
Kept my head above the water while they tried to see me drown
Got the city on my back, like I'm carrying the ground
AK's on the wall, like it's part of the decor
Bert talkin' big money, but we still be wanting more
Tell these hoes to get the fuck up out my face, like what you waiting for?
My girl in the bedroom wondering why I still got my drawers
I done turned the dirty money clean like a Chevy
Ridin' through the city, got the Draco ridin' steady
Told 'em I was born to win, now we poppin' off confetti
Only ones celebrating me and my boy Eddie
Whippin' up the product, now the kitchen full of smoke
Riding in the spaceship, got me feelin' like the Pope
Came up from the gutter, all my moves cutthroat
See the envy in they eyes, they ain't built for what I tote
Praying for my sins while I'm counting all this cheddar
Ice around my neck, but it ain't make the struggle better
Clique all around me and we turning up the pressure
Rahkka-47, my alliance is forever
Haters on my shit like they ain't see the fucking vision
Caught up in the game, now I'm cookin' in the kitchen
Told 'em I'd be great, but they ain't want to fucking listen
Vintage Gucci on my frame, that's a different kinda flex
Tell the plug to send it over, I ain't fakin' with the checks
Rockin' Cartier bracelets, all these diamonds on my neck
From the trenches to the penthouse, we ain't never show respect
I was raised by the wolves, now I'm eatin' with the lions
Hit the block, made it pop, now we stack it to the sky and
Whippin' foreigns down the road, got the baddest by my side and
Everything I touch is golden, everything you do is tryin'
From the corners to the stage, I was destined for the crown
Hustle- Hustle every day, we ain't ever slowin' down
Kept my head above the water while they tried to see me drown
Got the city on my back, like I'm carrying the ground
AK's on the wall, like it's part of the decor
Bert talkin' big money, but we still be wanting more
Tell these hoes to get the fuck up out my face, like what you waiting for?
My girl in the bedroom wondering why I still got my drawers
I done turned the dirty money clean like a Chevy
Ridin' through the city, got the Draco ridin' steady
Told 'em I was born to win, now we poppin' off confetti
Only ones celebrating me and my boy Eddie
Whippin' up the product, now the kitchen full of smoke
Riding in the spaceship, got me feelin' like the Pope
Came up from the gutter, all my moves cutthroat
See the envy in they eyes, they ain't built for what I tote
Praying for my sins while I'm counting all this cheddar
Ice around my neck, but it ain't make the struggle better
Clique all around me and we turning up the pressure
Rahkka-47, my alliance is forever
Credits
Writer(s): Sergio Sarcagian
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