The Truth

[Chorus]
Racks on your head, we make gon' sure that we get you
Told my bro, "If I go up, I won't forget you"
Damn, I used to tell myself I wish I never met you
Fly right on my side, if you talk down we finna stretch you
Scope on when I shoot, ain't no way I'm finna miss you

[Verse]
Diamonds on me blue, make him shout when I hit you
You posted in the trap with them BB guns
I hate when they talk down, they go on the run
I'm in the trench selling crack, I do it for fun
No cash in your bank account, you broke as a bum
That boy acting like a baby, he sucking his thumb
I got richer than my teachers, now who's dumb?
I'm in Nobu eating caviar, you eating chum
Mix the syrup with the sprite, then I add some rum

[Chorus]
Racks on your head, we make gon' sure that we get you
Racks on your head, we make gon' sure that we get you
Ra-racks on your head, we make gon' sure that we get you
Told my bro if I go up I won't forget you
Damn, I used to tell myself I wish I never met you
Fly right on my side if you talk down we finna stretch you
Scope on when I shoot, ain't no way I'm finna miss you