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All credits to YMCMB and Cash Money Records

LYRICS:
Rack City, Rack Rack City,
got a bad bitch wit me, she a dime, buck fifty
Got my knights here with me, they in Nike airs shifty
Cause they lightyears quicker, leave your nightmares dizzy
Lets ball, throw me in I'm a starter like Eli Carter
Ima slaughter any beat you put on tho, I'm smarter
Other rappers mad they aint up to par tho
Im on tho, leave you on the outer, a dutch king, lebron hoe
Im on point like a moufuckin free throw
you don't know me? ask your girl friend, she know
I'm curin cancers call me moufuckin chemo
Cutting out these flops like a fuckin box top
I got Haters all diretions, they nasty as yeast infections
Inspectin like go go gadget dectectin my weakest tense
I just strengthen they least expect it
Aggressive, I'm pleased to mention
The irony of it all is I ball, so pay attention, bitch
Rac City, Rac rac city, got the rac here with me
Double D's like Diddy, Double D's like eddie
Ed ed, freddy cruger
see me in your dreams, droppin bombs like MacGruber
I'm a beast get used to it, your shit I see through it
Im just getting loose, in a minute I'll just breeze through it
Cause no one got the flow, I leave my competition forzen
Yellow bezel on the watch, because my time is golden
Yeah, they sayin I don't make sense
Man you probably don't get it cause you only make cents
Hah, so walk a day in my shoes,
my views got these bloggers fiendin for some interviews
Hey, tell em I aint got the time for all of that,
I'm putting Rutgers on the map, with my city on my back
And im only Spittin crack so I broke my macbook screen
Goin green, smokin trees out my loose jeans
Loose leave pages filled with line after line
Time after time I shine, yeaint like it then ya lyin
Ima grind all night, so I can shine in the day
man your rhymes aint tight, they don't like what you say
Hey, this the realest, the illiest, so you gone feel this
When you hear this you gone be like damn man, he killed dis
So fear this, and I aint playin, you want it then I can serve it
Enough with these stupid flows I would diss you but you aint worth it
A purpose I gotta fill, deservin is how I feel
They lyin in all they raps, I'm only spittin the real
A milli not on the check, Im tellin em keep the deal
I'm doin this on my own, just give me another year'ya

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