Lyrics

Verse 1 (Z.Settle): Take all the weight off my neck Back when I didn't get checks Back whenIsat in theback of the class Head down onthe desk Lord knows ima threat Like god when I step Junior high, only white kid that could touch the net I'm used cracked pavement And kids with knives at school I almost got expelled for rapping What am I to do Ill keep doing me, while you keep on doing Y O U Im trying to Be the one the greats can pass the title to I remember enemies Suicidal tendencies I remember doing drugs that filled me with the energy Way before the Hennessy Finding my identity I remember smoking weed that's laced with methamphetamine And Then i started doing sets I was flowing like the sea Had to put the game to rest People saying RIP I was getting all the bread Getting whatever I please They put the paper on my desk I ain't take an SAT Chorus (Z.Settle): Yeah I've been feeling low Tryna spread these racks out on the floor I could take you back, to the cracks in the road I could take you back, if you really wanna go I could take you back, to the cracks in the road I could take you back, to the bank where I roll I could take you back, to the crack in the stove I could take you back, run it back, let it go I could take you Bridge (Z.Settle): Back, back, I could take you back Doc got girls all around him Verse 2 (Doc): Yeah, yeah, Roger that, what you think Where you at Yeah I got a hundred racks Spitting facts like an almanac Never messed with none that crack Never broke my momma's back I could take you back to All the planned attacks Suicidal thoughts creeping up and down my fucking back Never wanted none of that Y'all cheesy like some easy Mac Pen bleeding, hemophiliac In and out of school for picking all these fights I remember back home dad beat my ass at night I remember knives cutting closer than a switchblade but Its alright, its alright Bridge (Z.Settle): Shit fucked me up for life but it's alright Chorus (Z.Settle): Yeah I've been feeling low Tryna spread these racks out on the floor I could take you back, to the cracks in the road I could take you back, if you really wanna go I could take you back, to the cracks in the road I could take you back, to the bank where I roll I could take you back, to the crack in the stove I could take you back, run it back, let it go I could take you Verse 3: (Chilly Boi) I remember little bitty me Spent a buck fifty when I went to the store Now I got hoes want brand new clothes Shit that they see while looking in the vogue Im like woah, shit I ain't got the cash Let me check my savings Hella long night And I woke up faded Thinking back then this shit is hazing hold up How did I end up like this Wanted to switch up from taking the family pictures to smoking the swishers told myself id do what I want I ain't living the past life no more Damn my future's so gold Pockets thick like a chode Ain't no way Ima stop 'till I miss out that rolls Oh, oh Okay im back on my bullshit Blacked off my ass lookin' foolish I need to make a to do list One, make sure the damage is done Two, make sure you're having some fun Three, make sure to have a good day I ain't got shit else to say, uh Chorus (Z.Settle): Yeah I've been feeling low Tryna spread these racks out on the floor I could take you back, to the cracks in the road I could take you back, if you really wanna go I could take you back, to the cracks in the road I could take you back, to the bank where I roll I could take you back, to the crack in the stove I could take you back, run it back, let it go I could take you