RAX

Man this shit wack, Rhyming the truth like I’m JJ FAX I’m making RACKS You make burgers at hungry jacks Non of your fake friends, got your backs So how’s life in the suburbs? Going pretty good, Got a guy sleeping in my yard, his bed is made of wood I grind man Man, I’m gonna make it You sit doing nothing with your life, All you do is fake shit, I’m real Give me a record deal I want concerts Conversations with Kendrick I don’t wanna be accused of taking the drug ozempic I just want to make it in life, Have a few children and a wife And I promise, I’ll make it Don’t chase my destiny , I take it, I’ll cause an earthquake I’m the greatest of all time, I can do it I can do it, In the game since I was 9 Back off me, I don’t need advice I said shut up Don’t ask twice I’ll punch your jaw into your for head Cause man your so soft, That’s the opposite of what she said