Lyrics

[Chorus] I'm gon get these racks I'm gon flip these packs I'm gon sell a sack I'm gon make it back I'm gon flip these birds Post up on the curb My dope [swinging?] swerve (yea) I'm gon get these racks I'm gon flip these packs I'm gon sell a sack I'm gon make it back I'm gon flip these birds Post up on the curb My dope [swinging?] swerve [Verse 1] How can you judge me? On a rainy day Reflected on my life, thankful I can breathe today How do I forgive? How do I forget? I ain't even legit, they tellin' me to be legit But I'm with this shit, pilling money on top You know I'm taking risks, workin' out a trip Baggin' up these zips When you take four or five trips you doin' six I never snitch It's the code I won't sell my soul Some people get that fake gold What's real is real It's all on me 5o'clock drop is the recipe But imma bring you all the way to 7th street I wasn't the type to run deep Cuz I'm too unique, I'm too unique My bike is a bus We on the street (we on the street) [Chorus] I'm gon get these racks (yup) I'm gon flip these packs (yup) I'm gon sell a sack (yup) I'm gon make it back (okay) I'm gon flip these birds (yup) Post up on the curb (yup) My dope [swinging?] swerve I'm gon get these racks (yup) I'm gon flip these packs (yup) I'm gon sell a sack (yup) I'm gon make it back (okay) I'm gon flip these birds (yup) Post up on the curb (yup) My dope [swinging?] swerve BasedGod [Verse 2] My bikes a bus My lil brother got the same name as me What is it? Lil B His older sister from West Berkeley Yup, It's official Things always runnin' at you as I got older I got smarter When I started, financially, I was starvin' Low income from Berkeley But I was right next to Oakland We not enemies, we cousins, whatchu smokin? Imma bring it way back like yelling straight East Oakland I was gettin' marked out Yea we became partners I always was nonviolent You know how i'm rocking I had to adjust, run up, you got me fucked up Middle school was like college to me, we all grown up Had a bad one, you know that you [?] up I got older sister, yea, I fucked up Sometimes you lose one And you don't gain nothin', except wisdom I was a playa but that don't mean nothin' Moms not home, dad not home What imma do? On the streets, makin' my own way, stayin' true Let's get this loot, it's Lil B [Chorus] I'm gon get these racks (yup) I'm gon flip these packs (yup) I'm gon sell a sack (yup) I'm gon make it back (okay) I'm gon flip these birds (yup) Post up on the curb (yup) My dope [swinging?] swerve BasedGod I'm gon get these racks (yup) I'm gon flip these packs (yup) I'm gon sell a sack (yup) I'm gon make it back (okay) I'm gon flip these birds (yup) Post up on the curb (yup) My dope [swinging?] swerve BasedGod