Trackhawk

Scatpack Bentley Trackhawk anyone would make the block hot

And I'm known by trappers millionaires and a couple doctors

In New York we use the grabba smoking like a Rasta Rasta

Lobster for the Rasta pasta moving like don datta yatta

Passage underground like Tubman but I'm not slave

I just lead the way paved by greats each and every day

Hustling til my body In that grave On the paper chase stuck in my ways

I dont use Waze cus if a cop come trynna chase I think a race

The way I get the breesh they think my mind a haunted place

I just rather chase Benji not punani

Making money bring me peace I don't wanna be rip