KING TUT Hardrock

[Intro]
Cash
(Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Yuh, racks
Slatt, 1of1
Slattydon, Hardrock
Uh, go

[Chorus]
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"