racks

they say my bars slap hard am living this life and am writing down notes like am in a fucken class am tryna get to the rack my heart is fragile like glass Am running out of time Am running out of words I tried to quit rap I didn't survive This is my time Bitch ama shine haters gon die ain't tellin no lie Am running up fast Am chasing the rack am dripping like am from the sea all of my haters deceased my bars are heavy like a fucken dead body some rappers are dead put them in the fucken coffin it corona time bitch am coughing