Rack City - Weaving The Fate

Rack city

Rack, rack city

Rack city

Rack, rack city

Rack city

Rack, rack city

Rack, city

Rack ah, rack ah city

Got another miss

Lovin' all my southerness

Stayin' up all night, we ain’t celibate

Make a sound too dope, I ain’t sellin it

Raw fresher than a malt licker peppermint

Gold Lettermans, Last King killin it

Young money, young money, yeah we gettin' rich

I got some, Grandma, take a sip

Girl, you know what it is

Rack city!

Rack, rack city!

Rack city!

Rack, rack city!

Rack city!

Rack, rack city!

10 10 10 20s and ya

I need my money pronto

Get it in the morning like Alonzo

Rondo, green got cheese like a nacho

If you ain’t got no ass, bitch, wear a poncho

Head honcho got my seat back

I got my shirt off, the club too packed

Ah, damn, pulled out my racks

Like Mike Jackson, baby I’m bad!

Rack city!

Rack, rack city!

Rack city!

Rack, rack city!

Rack city!

Rack, rack city!

10 10 10 20s and ya

Rack city!

Rack, rack city!

Rack city!

Rack, rack city!

Rack city!

Rack, rack city!

10 10 10 20s and ya

I’m down on my last leg

My last leg

For you

I’m down on my last leg

My last leg

For you

I’m down on my last leg

My last leg

For you

Rack city!

Rack, rack city!

Rack city!

Rack, rack city!

Rack city!

Rack, rack city!

10 10 10 20s and a hundred dollar bill

Rack city!

Rack, rack city!

Rack city!

Rack, rack city!

Rack city!

Rack, rack city!

10 10 10 20s and a hundred dollar bill