Yeah, I can build that into a gritty street-rap track with that choppy, off-kilter delivery and block-talk energy. I’ll

Yeah, I can build that into a gritty street-rap track with that choppy, off-kilter delivery and block-talk energy. I’ll keep the chorus concept but make the verses original. Yeah, I can build that into a gritty street-rap track with that choppy, off-kilter delivery and block-talk energy. I’ll keep the chorus concept but make the verses original. CHORUS Just let that rack go, on some shit that a block a QB tackle, Hood niggas throw they vest up, when the crew come through, we fannin' shit out the vessel. Infatuated with the smell after winnin' that gun show, But the money keep a nigga side-steppin' a bummy ho. Just let that rack go, yeah, let that rack go, Whole squad movin' different, can't move like a dummy, bro. Money on my mind, I'm tryna stack it to the ceiling, If it ain't about a bag, I ain't interested in the dealings. VERSE 1 I came from where the cold make a youngin' keep a hoodie, Everybody claim solid till that pressure make 'em crooked. I ain't chasin' validation, I'm just focused on the mission, Turned a pocket full of lint into a whole different position. Big step, little talk, that's the code that I was taught, Had to learn about the hustle before I ever learned the law. Now I'm countin' up the profit while they countin' on my loss, Had to cut a couple leeches, couldn't carry every cross. Bro said, "What's the play?" I said, "Stack it and repeat," Same shoes, different mileage, still ten toes on the street. I don't argue with a clown, let him talk until he's hoarse, I'm just laughing to the bank while I'm plotting out the course. VERSE 2 Cold nights, hot stove, ramen noodles on the burner, Now I'm lookin' at the menu like a motherfuckin' learner. Had to hustle through the rain, had to hustle through the snow, Now the same ones who ignored me wanna dap me when I blow. Don't confuse a quiet move with a nigga being scared, I was building in the dark while they thought I disappeared. Money made me paranoid, every smile ain't really love, So I keep my circle small and keep my business out the club. Rack after rack, watch the bankroll do gymnastics, Broccoli in the bag, now the fridge lookin' fantastic. She was with me when it was nothing, now she asking for designer, I told her, "Love me for the struggle, not the numbers on the timer." OUTRO Let that rack go— Don't chase a ho, chase the goal. Let that rack go— Youngin' learned to turn a loss into gold. Let that rack go— Whole team tryna eat, that's the motto. Money keep me sidesteppin' bullshit— I'ma get it today, then get it tomorrow.