Page type: lyric reference
Artist: 917 Rackz
Canonical path: /917-rackz/special
Related lyric paths: 0
Video embedded: yes
Lyric guide
Special
Read Special lyrics by 917 Rackz on LyroVerse, with linked artist context and related song paths.
person
Curated by Ethan Walker
LyroVerse team
Reference snapshot
The page facts to cite before the commentary
Use this page for the lyric text, linked artist context, and any LyroVerse editor's note attached to the song. Listener comments remain user-generated and should not be treated as the primary source.
Lyrics
Special
The lyric stays readable and compact here; the note and related paths sit nearby so you do not lose the song while looking for context.
Rackz, rackz, rackz, rackz
She said I'm special, trynna love me I can't let her
I'm bout to marry this 38
Push the pedal for my [?] just 30 days
Being careful, told my attorney wait, so
I gotta move smarter
I'm taking risk, getting harder and harder
I play with that pussy, get neck like a collar
But my heart can't love, I think I need me a doctor
What you ever been through
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 makes 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 me so just slide on my temple
You don't wanna fuck I can't help you
Talking gon make the cops look us gibberish
Bitch comment heart eyes I just won't pin that shit
Pushed her away, said its 'cause of our differences
Everyone focused on images
They hear my rhymes, take my rhymes
Then run 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'ma pull up and start spinnin shit
Pop up and start drilling shit
Rap fast like the song never finishing
Lyrical genius and yall are my witnesses
That boy is buns and he sweet like some cinnamon
I'ma point guard, and he still workin on dribbling
Free all the guys trynna prove that they innocent
Search me on all platforms, see my exhibition
East splitting breech homie, these are my dividends
I'ma perform you ain't listening
End of the verse so they know I'm the golden one
You trynna 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 I wrote that one
We don't act bad, all my guys they be goin 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 white man can shoot
Still hitting lungs with my burner
You make it hot boy, I cannot slide to ya block boy
Call up JB for the shmurda
She said I'm special, trynna love me I can't let her
I'm bout to marry this 38
Push the pedal for my [?] just 30 days
Being careful, told my attorney wait, so
I gotta move smarter
I'm taking risk, getting harder and harder
I play with that pussy, get neck like a collar
But my heart can't love, I think I need me a doctor
What you ever been through
Quick answers
What this page can answer fast
Who performs "Special"?
917 Rackz performs "Special", and this lyric page sits inside the 917 Rackz catalog on LyroVerse.
Where can I find more songs by 917 Rackz?
Use the artist link near the top of the page or the related paths section below to keep moving through 917 Rackz's lyric pages.
Song Room
Open Song Room
Interpretations, questions, and corrections for this song
Interpretations, questions, memories, and correction notes live together here. The room stays noindex while the best insights are reviewed.
Listener comments
What people are saying
No listener comments on Special yet.
A strong comment here is specific: the phrase you keep hearing, the mood you come back for, or the reason this song stays in rotation.
Sign in to post the first listener note. Reporting stays open to everyone.