I run the racks up with my queen like London and Nip
… But I got rich on all these homies, I didn't forget, back
I had to go through the struggle, I didn't forget that
I hop inside of the Maybach and now I can sit back
and relax
Counting stacks, making moves, I'm on the right track
From the bottom to the top, I never looked back
But I'll always remember where I came from, no lack
Grinding hard, staying true, that's a fact
I may be riding in luxury now, but my roots won't crack
London and Nip, their legacy forever intact
I owe it to them to keep pushing, my success in their honor wrapped
So I run the racks with my queen, never losing track
But always grateful for the struggle, the journey I didn't forget that.
These women know me now 'cause I got them big racks
… 'Cause I'm gettin' money now, I know you heard that
Young homie on the corner, woman, I had to serve crack
Uncle fronted me some P's, had to get them birds back
We came up on dirty money, I gave it a birdbath
Now I'm making stacks, the ladies know my name
Money flowing in, yeah, it's not the same
But I'll never forget my beginnings, the streets where I came
Serving crack on the corner, trying to change the game
My uncle believed in me, took a risk, gave me a chance
I had to hustle hard, get those birds in my hands
Dirty money wasn't the goal, so I washed it clean
Gave it a birdbath, started chasing a different dream
Now I'm on top, the hustle paid off, it seems
But my past plays a part in every success theme
So I'll always remember where I started, where I've been
The struggle, the hustle, the fight to win.
Cut off the brain and I give my woman a new coupe
Either you frontin' y'all gang or you're SuWoop
Got a New Orleans woman, and man,
And I'm that homie now, who knew?
I'm all about upgrading my girl's ride, no doubt
Giving her a new coupe, cutting off any negativity, I route
Whether you claim you're part of a gang or you SuWoop
I don't have time for fake fronts, I stick to the truth
I got a woman from New Orleans, representing her city proud
And now, I'm the homie making moves, who would have thought, wow?
It's about rising above, making the most of every chance
And becoming someone I never imagined, advancing in this dance.
I put the new Forgis on the JeepI trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath'Cause all my homies got it out the streetsI keep a hundred racks inside my jeansI remember hittin' the mall with the whole teamNow a homies can't answer calls 'cause I'm balin'I was wakin' up gettin' racks in the mornin'I was broke, now I'm rich, these homies salty
I upgraded my Jeep with fresh Forgis, looking fly
I grind so hard, even the bloody bottoms on my feet can't deny
All my friends came up from the streets, no doubt
I always keep a hundred racks secured inside my jeans, no clout
I reminisce about the times we hit the mall as a team
But now my phone stays silent, they see me living the dream
Waking up early, hustling to stack those racks
From being broke to living rich, jealousy from the homies never lacks
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