Pocket Rocket 917 Rackz & Blockwork

[Intro: 917 Rackz, Sam Dew]
(Yo, whatchu' doin', 4ddey?)
I hope you find some peace of mind in this life- (Rackz)
I hope you find some peace of mind in this life- (Rackz, Rackz, Rackz)
I hope you find some peace of mind in this lifetime
Brrrt, boom, boom, boom

[Verse 1: 917 Rackz]
Red beam, you ran outta luck
Now you is dead and deceased
Put the AK on the motherfuckin' drum
I'm spinnin' the block, your bed in the streets
He dissin' the dead, I ain't dead in the beef
Fuck that, I get the bread and the breesh
Fuck that, I get the head and I leave
Fuck that, ain't no one better than me
Bitch, it's just me and Block and we sippin' the lean
Smokin' on opps, they dead and deceased
And fuckin' on thots, you know the routine
Gang, gotta keep me a whole lotta racks in my jeans
Gang, and I'm lookin for the somebody
Ain't spinnin', won't come by me
Ain't wit' it, won't come try me
Rackz, my 'ooter, he totin' that Glock with bodies
Hit the ground and rock his body
Trappin', I'm selling rock and oxy
I got a demon that's [?]