fuck dax

No Frills, No Fuckin’ Racks” Hook: Dax at No Frills swear he stackin’ fuckin’ racks, Bro scan groceries, callin’ that a money act. Talk big shit, but the math don’t clap, Pocket lookin’ anorexic, where the fuck the racks at? Verse 1: Dax run his mouth like he rich as shit, But he clock in broke with a bitch-ass fit. Talkin’ “I’m up,” nah you up on shift, Manager yell “cleanup aisle six,” bitch. Think he a boss, nah you a fuckin’ pawn, Flexin’ payday like it last beyond dawn. Whole damn check gone, rent say “fuck you,” Left with twenty bucks and some Mountain Dew. You ain’t hustlin’, you just fuckin’ tired, Dreams so big but the wage stay tiny. Talk crypto, stocks, passive income lies, But your bank app cry every time you sign in. Hook: Dax at No Frills think he touchin’ them bands, But he foldin’ fuckin’ aprons with trembling hands. Talk shit loud, got no real plan, Only thing you movin’ is expired canned yams. Verse 2: Breakroom billionaire, cap king supreme, Talkin’ millions while you countin’ fuckin’ nickels and dreams. Say “trust the process,” bitch trust yourself, ‘Cause right now your confidence on clearance shelf. Try clown others but the joke backfires, When your biggest flex is employee discount pride. Whole personality just loud-ass talk, Built on bullshit and self-hype chalk. You ain’t stackin’ racks, you stackin’ excuses, Blamin’ the system while the system uses you. I respect the grind, but I don’t respect cap, Don’t sell fake wealth when you deadass broke, Dax. Bridge: Ain’t shit wrong with workin’ a job, Just stop talkin’ like you Escobar. Money real quiet, bullshit scream, And all I hear is you yellin’ “trust me.” Final Hook / Outro: Dax at No Frills still chasin’ that dream, But reality say “bitch please.” Talkin’ racks, stacks, money on blast— Until payday hits and you broke that fast.