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      Racks In The Middle (feat. Roddy Ricch and Hit-Boy)

      Nipsey Hussle

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      Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
      Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
      Yeah, I was ridin' 'round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle
      I was ridin' 'round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle
      Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
      Yeah
      I was riding 'round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle
      Had to pray to almighty God they let my dog out the kennel
      When you get it straight up out the mud, you can't imagine this shit
      I been pullin' up in the drop tops with the baddest bitches
      Young nigga been focused on my check (Mhmmhm)
      Got a new coupe wrapped around my neck (Mhmmhm)
      Tryna put the water on my Patek (Mhmmhm)
      I got killers to the left of me (Mhmmhm)
      We was lurking on 'em, ain't show no mercy on 'em
      We was goin' back to back, we put a curfew on 'em
      It was dark clouds on us, but that was perfect for us
      We know you always crash and burn, but it was working for us
      Limo tint the V-12, double check the details
      Gotta cross my T's and dot my I's or I can't sleep well
      Millions off of retail
      Once again, I prevail
      Knew that shit was over from the day I dropped my presale
      Hold up, let the beat build
      See me in the streets still
      I been fightin' battles up a steep hill
      They gave my road dog twelve, it was a sweet deal
      And I been ridin' solo tryna rebuild
      Look
      I was riding 'round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle
      Had to pray to almighty God they let my dog out the kennel
      When you get it straight up out the mud, you can't imagine this shit
      I been pullin' up in the drop tops with the baddest bitches
      Young nigga been focused on my check (Mhmmhm)
      Got a new coupe wrapped around my neck (Mhmmhm)
      Tryan put the water on my Patek (Mhmmhm)
      I got killers to the left of me (Mhmmhm)
      Look, under no condition would you ever catch me slippin'
      Motorcaded shooters plus the Maybach chauffeur driven
      If they catch me wit' it, gon' send me off to prison
      Judge ain't sympathizin', court don't show forgiveness
      Engine in the Lambo' drownin' out the music
      Silk Dior with the flowers, five gold Cubans
      Champagne while I shop, hope I splurge foolish
      Closin' escrow twice this month, both commercial units
      Damn, I wish my nigga Fatts was here
      How you die thirty somethin' after banging all them years?
      Grammy nominated, in the sauna sheddin' tears
      All this money, power, fame and I can't make you reappear
      But I don't wipe 'em though
      We just embrace the only life we know
      If it was me, I would tell you, "Nigga, live your life and grow"
      I'd tell you, "Finish what we started, reach them heights, you know?
      And gas the V-12 to the pipe and smoke"
      I was ridin' 'round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle
      Had to pray to almighty God they let my dog out the kennel
      When you get it straight up out the mud, you can't imagine this shit
      I been pullin' up in the drop tops with the baddest bitches
      Young nigga been focused on my check (Mhmmhm)
      Got a new coupe wrapped around my neck (Mhmmhm)
      Tryan put the water on my Patek (Mhmmhm)
      I got killers to the left of me (Mhmmhm)
      Another million dollar bail, that's just some regular shit
      See my granny on a jet, some shit I'll never forget
      Next day we flew to Vegas, with my Puma connects
      We break bread, we ain't new to success
      Bleed music, invest, enterprise, take lucrative steps
      Cold game, but I knew it was chess
      As a youth in the set
      Learn the game, you a student at best
      But it's a couple things you can expect
      Look, just like money know money, nigga, shooters respect other shooters
      We was both, don't want my crew on your neck
      I'm on the freeway in a drop, it got me losing my breath
      I do the dash with the blues on the deck
      Mhmmhm
      Mhmmhm
      Mhmmhm

      Nipsey Hussle - Racks In The Middle (feat. Roddy Ricch and Hit-Boy) Música y Letra

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