Rackz, rackz, rackz, rackz
(Hook)
She say that I'm special, tryna love me I can't let her
I'm bout to marry this 38
Push the pedal for months, not just 30 days
Being careful, I told my attorney wait, so
I gotta move smarter
I'm taking risks, getting harder and harder
I play with that pussy, give neck like a collar
But my heart can't love, think I need me a doctor
What you ever been through
(Verse)
He food, take his plate
Now he left for utensils
My bitch got money and I'm making money
Told her we got potential
Only 16, this lifestyle make me mental
Keepin' the grippy my only essential
And I touch that shit you can tell from my vessels
Go run to your king, bitch that's me so just slide on my temple
You don't wanna fuck I can't help you
Talking gon' make the cops think it's gibberish
Bitch comment heart eyes won't pin that shit
Pushed her away, said its cuz of our differences
Everyone focused on images
They hear my rhymes, take my rhymes, now they look like they lyricists
Everything got its lingo like its hieroglyphics
We got knocks in this pyramid
Talking that shit to me, you sound illiterate
I'mma pull up and start spinnin' shit
Pull up, start drilling shit
Rap fast like the song never finishing
Lyrical genius and y'all are my witnesses
That boy is buns and he sweet like some cinnamon
I'mma point guard, and he still workin' on dribbling
Free all the guys tryna prove that they innocent
Search me on all platforms, see my exhibition
East splittin breesh homie, these are my dividends
I'mma perform you ain't listening
End of the verse so they know I'm the golden one
You tryna beef but you don't even own a gun
Wait till the show is done
Then we pull up
Put my hood up
Power, explodin' sum
Ya mans stole my shit but you know that I wrote that one
We don't act bad, all my guys they be going dumb
Know who it is on the real and you know the one
Nina with me and she finna start blowin' sum
Why they mad that I do what I do
Why they mad that I'm makin' it further
They so mad, gotta keep me a tool
If I call up my spice, he gon' burn em
White man can't jump, but the white man can shoot
Still hittin' lungs with my burner
You make it hot boy, I cannot slide to ya block boy, call up JB for the Shmurda
(Hook)
Say that I'm special, tryna love me I can't let her
I'm bout to marry this 38
Push the pedal for months, not just 30 days
Being careful, I told my attorney wait, so
I gotta move smarter
I'm taking risks, getting harder and harder
I play with that pussy, give neck like a collar
But my heart can't love, think I need me a doctor
What you ever been through
Special was written by 917 Rackz.
Special was produced by Ghosty (UK).