KING TUT

Cash

(Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)

Yuh

Racks

Slatt

1of1

Slattydon

Hardrock

Uh, Go

Swaggin' out everyday, huh

In the field I'm makin' plays, yeah

I'm plottin' on racks, I'm plottin' on bags

On the way to the show, I'm countin' it fast

I used to sit right there at the Citgo

I knew I would blow since the get go

My slime can't leave the house, he got a PO

I was seein' racks before the deal

Gotta walk in my shoes to see how it feel

My life like a goddamn movie

All this shit is real surreal

I got gold on me, King Tut

I'm ridin' with a slut

And them boys can't fuck with us

They can't do shit to us

Money longer than a limo

Longer than a Marta bus

You can think I'm ridin' solo

But it's you versus all of us (Yuh, yuh)

I put some racks on your head if I got to

You losin' racks 'cause you watchin' what I do

Pull out to New York, and I went to Nobu

Then went out to LA, and I hit up Nobu again

Big body Porsche, got rid of the Malibu

Applyin' force, you see it ain't tellin' you

She hit up my phone, "Hardrock I'm feelin' you"

Hit her now she got her soul-tied

Can't trust that nigga now

Look in his eyes all I see is lies

Eyes all bloodshot

Bust at that boy gave him bloodclots

Grandpa love Reggae

Shit run deep screamin', "Bombaclat"

Put some cash all on me

I'm goin' up, just like the stocks

Gave her one night with Hardrock

Then I told that bitch, "Kick rocks"

Ridin' out, lookin' for the opps

We real good at wipin' out your blocks

Flag on my head, Tupac

'Bout that Thug-Life, Tupac

Swaggin out everyday, huh

In the field I'm makin' plays, yeah

I'm plottin' on racks, I'm plottin' on bags

On the way to the show, I'm countin' it fast

I used to sit right there at the Citgo

I knew I would blow since the get go

My slime can't leave the house, he got a PO

I was seein' racks before the deal

Gotta walk in my shoes to see how it feel

My life like a goddamn movie

All this shit is real surreal

I got gold on me, King Tut

I'm ridin' with a slut

And them boys can't fuck with us

They can't do shit to us

Money longer than a limo

Longer than a Marta bus

You can think I'm ridin' solo

But it's you versus all of us (Yuh, yuh)

I put some racks on your head if I got to

You losin' racks 'cause you watchin' what I do

Pull up to New York, and I went to Nobu

Then went out to LA, and I hit up Nobu again

Big body Porsche, got rid of the Malibu

Applyin' force, you see it ain't tellin' you

She hit up my phone, "Hardrock I'm feelin' you"