Lord Please Let Me Stack Cal Scruby

[Verse 1] Cal Scruby

I'm on the interstate, top off candidate
Chillin' with a dinner date I ain't finna date
Hangin' out the window, feel the wind blow
Don't know where I'm goin', tell you where I been though, fuck it
Borrowed that Ferrari that one of my friends owned
If you the end zone you never get friend zoned
Hit the bar late then party for ten songs, then we head home playin' Biggie, dead wrong
Ready, set, go out the gate I never started late
458 red paint I'm Timmy Hardaway
In and out of lanes, I crossover not sober, get stopped blame it on the glaucoma, woo!
Lord have mercy, I've been hungry, they've been thirsty, I just spend it then I get it pray to to God he reimburse me I'm like

[Chorus]

Lord please let me stack
Lord please let me shine
I've been workin' overtime, I've been on my grind
Ain't no way I'm savin' that
Blow it while she shakin' that
I'm prayin' that I make it back
Lord please let me stack

[Verse 2] Cal Scruby