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Nipsey Hussle

Genres: Hip-Hop

Racks In The Middle Lyrics - Nipsey Hussle

[Intro: Roddy Ricch] 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Yeah, I was ridin' 'round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle 

I was ridin' 'round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Ay 

 

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch] 

I was riding 'round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle 

Had to pray to almighty God they let my dog out the kennel 

When you get it straight up out the mud, you can't imagine this shit 

I been pullin' up in the drop tops with the baddest bitches 

Young nigga been focused on my check (Mhmmhm) 

Got a new coupe wrapped around my neck (Mhmmhm) 

Tryna put the water on my Patek (Mhmmhm) 

I got killers to the left of me (Mhmmhm) 

 

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[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle] 

We was lurking on 'em, ain't show no mercy on 'em 

We was goin' back to back, we put a curfew on 'em 

It was dark clouds on us, but that was perfect for us 

We know you always crash and burn, but it was working for us 

Limo tint the V-12, double check the details 

Gotta cross my T's and dot my I's or I can't sleep well 

Millions off of retail 

Once again, I prevail 

Knew that shit was over from the day I dropped my presale 

Hold up, let the beat build 

See me in the streets still 

I been fightin' battles up a steep hill 

They gave my road dog twelve, it was a sweet deal 

And I been ridin' solo tryna rebuild 

Look 

 

Photos 

 

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch] 

I was riding 'round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle 

Had to pray to almighty God they let my dog out the kennel 

When you get it straight up out the mud, you can't imagine this shit 

I been pullin' up in the drop tops with the baddest bitches 

Young nigga been focused on my check (Mhmmhm) 

Got a new coupe wrapped around my neck (Mhmmhm) 

Tryna put the water on my Patek (Mhmmhm) 

I got killers to the left of me (Mhmmhm) 

 

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle] 

Look, under no condition would you ever catch me slippin' 

Motorcaded shooters plus the Maybach chauffeur driven 

If they catch me wit' it, gon' send me off to prison 

Judge ain't sympathizin', court don't show forgiveness 

Engine in the Lambo drownin' out the music 

Silk Dior with the flowers, five gold cubans 

Champagne while I shop, hope I splurge foolish 

Closin' Escrow twice this month, both commercial units 

Damn, I wish my nigga Fatts was here 

How you die thirty somethin' after banging all them years? 

Grammy nominated, in the sauna sheddin' tears 

All this money, power, fame and I can't make you reappear 

But I don't wipe 'em though 

We just embrace the only life we know 

If it was me, I would tell you, "Nigga, live your life and grow" 

I'd tell you, "Finish what we started, reach them heights, you know? 

And gas the V-12 to the pipe and smoke" 

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch] 

I was ridin' 'round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle 

Had to pray to almighty God they let my dog out the kennel 

When you get it straight up out the mud, you can't imagine this shit 

I been pullin' up in the drop tops with the baddest bitches 

Young nigga been focused on my check (Mhmmhm) 

Got a new coupe wrapped around my neck (Mhmmhm) 

Tryna put the water on my Patek (Mhmmhm) 

I got killers to the left of me (Mhmmhm) 

 

[Verse 3: Nipsey Hussle] 

Another million dollar bail, that's just some regular shit 

See my granny on a jet, some shit I'll never forget 

Next day we flew to Vegas, with my Puma connects 

We break bread, we ain't new to success 

Bleed music, invest, enterprise, take lucrative steps 

Cold game, but I knew it was Chess 

As a youth in the set 

Learn the game, you a student at best 

But it's a couple things you can expect 

Look, just like money know money, nigga, shooters respect 

Other shooters we was both, don't want my crew on your neck 

I'm on the freeway in a drop, it got me losing my breath 

I do the dash with the blues on the deck 

 

[Outro: Roddy Ricch] 

Mhmmhm 

Mhmmhm 

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