Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Racks in the Middle, artist - Nipsey Hussle. Date of issue: 14.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Racks in the Middle |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, I was rounding 'round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle |
| I was rounding 'round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle |
| I was riding 'round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle |
| Had to pray to almighty God they let my dog out the kennel |
| When you get it straight up out the mud, you can’t imagine this shit |
| I been pulling up in the drop tops with the baddest bitches |
| Young nigga been focused on my check (mhm) |
| Got a new coupe wraped around my neck (mhm) |
| Tryan put the water on my Patek (mhm) |
| I got killers to the left of me (mhm) |
| We was lurking on 'em, ain’t show no mercy on 'em |
| We was going back to back, we put a curfew on 'em |
| It was dark clouds on us, but that was perfect for us |
| Know you always crash and burn, but it wa working for us |
| Limo tint the V-12, double check the details |
| Gotta cross my T’s and dot my I’s or I can’t sleep well |
| Millions off of retail |
| Once again, I prevail |
| Knew that shit was over from the day I droped by presale |
| Hold up, let the beat build |
| See me in the streets still |
| I been fighting battles up a steep hill |
| They gave my road dog twelve, it was a sweet deal |
| And I been riding solo tryna rebuild |
| I was riding 'round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle |
| Had to pray to almighty God they let my dog out the kennel |
| When you get it straight up out the mud, you can’t imagine this shit |
| I been pulling up in the drop tops with the baddest bitches |
| Young nigga been focused on my check (mhm) |
| Got a new coupe wraped around my neck (mhm) |
| Tryan put the water on my Patek (mhm) |
| I got killers to the left of me (mhm) |
| Look, under no condition would you ever catch me slipping |
| Motorcaded shooters plus the Maybach shofer driven |
| If they catch me with it, gone send me off to prison |
| Judge and sypathising, court don’t show forgiveness |
| Isn’t in the Lambo drowning out the music |
| Sip Dior with the flowers, five gold cubans |
| Champaigne while I shop, hope I splurge foolish |
| I was in Escrow twice this month, both commercial units |
| Damn, I wish my nigga Fatts was here |
| How you die thirty something after banging all them years |
| GRAMMY nominated, in the sign of shedding tears |
| All this money pile fame and I can’t make you reappear |
| But I don’t wipe 'em though |
| We just ebrace the only life we know |
| If it was me, I would tell you «nigga, live your life and grow» |
| I’d tell you «finish what we started, reach them heights, you know? |
| And gas the V-12 until the pipe is smoke» |
| I was riding 'round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle |
| Had to pray to almighty God they let my dog out the kennel |
| When you get it straight up out the mud, you can’t imagine this shit |
| I been pulling up in the drop tops with the baddest bitches |
| Young nigga been focused on my check (mhm) |
| Got a new coupe wraped around my neck (mhm) |
| Tryan put the water on my Patek (mhm) |
| I got killers to the left of me (mhm) |
| Another million dollar bail, that’s just some regular shit |
| See my granny on a jet, some shit I’ll never forget |
| Next day we flew to Vegas, with my Puma connects |
| We break bread, we ain’t new to success |
| Bleed music, invest, enterprise, take lucrative steps |
| Cold game, but I knew it was Chess |
| As a youth in the set |
| Learn the game, you a student at best |
| But it’s a couple things you can expect |
| Look, just like money know money, nigga, shooters respect |
| Other shooters we was both, don’t want my crew on your neck |
| I’m on the freeway in a drop, it got me losing my breath |
| I do the dash with the blues on the deck |