[Chorus: Chase Racks]
Pop another pill, I can feel that motherfucker kicking in
I pray up to God even though I know imma sin again
I was never part of the gang cause' I never fitted in
Coming up off Perkies I profit and cop a Ritalin

[Verse 1: Chase Racks]
Never had it made for me, I never was a lucky kid
I was tryna come up on shit but they never fucked with it
I said fuck it, imma grow up, see if you can duck a clip
Told em' imma rap, I said one day imma be fucking rich

I'm ahead of time, I would study the rappers, taking notes
I would never switch on the gang cause' I fucking take the oath
I would sit in class, all them motherfuckers was making jokes
Wonder what it's like for my parents to fucking raise a goat

I was brought up taught to stay true, and don't take the other side
I can't stay the same for my family, feel like my brother died
I told God "this shit can't be true" and I need another sign
We can't chill, I'm busy writing songs, maybe another time

[Chorus: Chase Racks]
Pop another one, I can feel that motherfucker kicking in
I pray up to God even though I know imma sin again
I was never part of the gang cause' I never fitted in
Coming up off Perkies I profit and cop a Ritalin
[Verse 2: Chase Racks]
I call you my blood, you best believe we in this shit forever
If you there for me, I'm there for you, we in this shit together
Walk with me through thick and thin I'm down for this in any weather
Sick of him not home, wanna talk, and not fucking sending letters

Since he been locked up, I swear to god I been on overtime
Imma fucking grind til' I drop, I'm not talking Sosa grind
Shift that bitch all the way to the top, imma kick in overdrive
Two bad bitches come to the spot, and I swear they both a dime

2020, imma get bigger, I'm on my rich shit
I remember days I would wish for money for Christmas
All my bros stay shining, we rich and I got a lit clique
All I need is Runtz in a pack, and beside a thick bitch

You ain't in them cages, how could you act like a big dog?
Justice system fucked every way, I know they got big flaws
My big bros locked up and they wondering "did my bitch call?"
You get slapped for talking that talk, you know it's that snitch talk

[Chorus: Chase Racks]
Pop another one, I can feel that motherfucker kicking in
I pray up to God even though I know imma sin again
I was never part of the gang cause' I never fitted in
Coming up off Perkies I profit and cop a Ritalin
[Verse 3: Chase Racks]
I don't want no motherfucking wedding, I just want wedding cake
I don't want no bitch in my life and imma just set it straight
I just wanna kill, I got money out for vendetta fate
Bro just told me "give me some money, get out your selfish ways"