Rack City/Love Scars 2 (feat. FOREVER ANTi POP & Chris King)

Ooh, ayy

14, 14, 14, babe yeah

In rack city counting up a four

I was trapping, getting it by my 'lone

Rocket got them pints for the low

Chris got the rocket, he gon' blow

Murder what she wrote

We came through and took her soul

She want that dick then she get boned

Rack city blowing dope, bitch

She off the molly and the coke, bitch

You wan' touch then you get poked, bitch

Run my hood like the pope pope, bitch

They thought I was dead but I'm still alive

I just needed time to relax bitch

I just needed time, now I'm back bitch

The money coming faster than it ever did

Please play this at my funeral

If I die tomorrow tell my mama that I'm sorry for the life I chose

But this the life I chose

Mama I'm sorry

This is the life for me

Nobody loves me but me

Nobody loves me but me

I fucked my girl last week

Told her get on her knees

Then she sucked on my D

Then that bitch hit the streets, she ain't fuckin' with me

No more, no more, no more, no more

No more, no more, no more, no more

I see more tombstones than the undertaker

And if we fuck now we can't cuddle later

The chopper make roaches scatter, fuck a huddle breaker

This MAC, I aim it at your face, I cannot make up

Brrat, I got the pounds and that ain't from Jamaica

Smoke, this thing I'm shooting fuck up god's creation

Ah, you the best, who am I replacing

Woah, oh that's a vest? well it's your mind I'm aimed at

Scars of love from warfare with automatics

Bullets burn like lava, chopper spitting volcanic

Codeine and percocets, spend a kidney and a liver

Stupid bitch fuck me over, I get it, I still miss her woah