Another Story

Rat Pack

Pack

Jack

Jack

Rat Pack

Black strap

Bam

Damn

Damn

Damn

I don't do it for the clout

I just do it for the glory

I just drank another forty

That shit there's another story

All that lo-fi shit is boring

I could make that shit this morning

Every day I'm in the lab

And I would never record it

Every day I'm in my pad

Making a lotta plans

Every day I'm feelin' sad

But that's just how I am

She gon' be askin' for route

They gon' be askin' for doubt

They tryna run on me every day

I'ma bust 'em in a cab

I'm in New York and I'm black

I can make beats, I can rap

People be holdin' me back

I'm feeling like it's a trap

Hear the kick, hear the clap

Hear the snare, hear the hat

Got my phone, got my hat

Got my short on my back

Got my shoes on my feet

Got my cash, got my keys

Out the door, on the street

People following me

Get the fuck off my back

Blow the fuck off the map

I'ma ride in my Range

Gunnin' hard in the hatchback

If you clap, I'ma clap that

If you strapped, I'ma scratch that

Got a MAC like a laptop

I be handlin' that, that

Brother cool like a Rat Pack

Layin' low like a flapjack

Got a stash in the backpack

Got a rash from the black strap

Gonna blaze, gonna pass that

Got a raise, gonna cash that

I'ma a slave to the drum track

All you other **** dumb wack

I don't do it for the clout

I just do it for the glory

I just drank another forty

That shit there's another story

I don't do it for the clout

I just do it for the glory

I just drank another forty

That shit there's another story

I don't do it for the clout

I just do it for the glory

I just drank another forty

That shit there's another story

I don't do it for the clout

I just do it for the glory

I just drank another forty

That shit there's another story