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chase racks - perky lyrics

[chorus: chase racks]
pop another pill, i can feel that motherf+cker 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 sh+t but they never f+cked with it
i said f+ck it, imma grow up, see if you can duck a clip
told em’ imma rap, i said one day imma be f+cking rich

i’m ahead of time, i would study the rappers, taking notes
i would never switch on the gang cause’ i f+cking take the oath
i would sit in class, all them motherf+ckers was making jokes
wonder what it’s like for my parents to f+cking 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 sh+t 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 motherf+cker 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 sh+t forever
if you there for me, i’m there for you, we in this sh+t 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 f+cking sending letters

since he been locked up, i swear to god i been on overtime
imma f+cking grind til’ i drop, i’m not talking sosa grind
shift that b+tch all the way to the top, imma kick in overdrive
two bad b+tches come to the spot, and i swear they both a dime

2020, imma get bigger, i’m on my rich sh+t
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 b+tch

you ain’t in them cages, how could you act like a big dog?
justice system f+cked every way, i know they got big flaws
my big bros locked up and they wondering “did my b+tch 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 motherf+cker 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 motherf+cking wedding, i just want wedding cake
i don’t want no b+tch in my life and imma just set it straight
i just wanna k!ll, i got money out for vendetta fate
bro just told me “give me some money, get out your selfish ways”

- chase racks lyrics

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