What NYC Sounds Like 917 Rackz

[Part I]

[Intro: 917 Rackz]
Rackz, Rackz, Rackz, Rackz
Rackz, Rackz
Rackz, Rackz, Rackz

[Verse: 917 Rackz]
Feel like the king of my city, the way I maneuver through they hoods
Got me a nice little biddie, I gotta improve her 'cause she good
Fucked all of her friends, uh, she just a new one in the books
Runnin' to these M's, uh, I just need money, I don't need no friends

[Part II: Talk Facts]

[Verse: 917 Rackz]
But if they try to backdoor me for the racks, they get cut off
Try to steal my swag, I sold the run off
Don't carry cash on me, uh, but I swipe the piece, and that's because of
I got a lot of people want me dead, no, I just cannot wait to let that gun off
Now I'm just runnin', duckin' from the feds
Now I just can't do nothin' with the gloves off

[Part III: Friday Night]

[Verse: 917 Rackz]
Uh, now they tryna keep up
Lost my brother, we gon' T up
I can't help it, I cry in the night
Tryna catch a Peter
Uh, with the Jets, we gon' fly in the night
I be with the creepers, uh
Please do not hide in the night, look