Verse 1 (Z.Settle):
Take all the weight off my neck
Back when I didn’t get checks
Back when I sat in the back of the class
Head down on the desk
Lord knows ima threat
Like god when I step
Junior high, only white kid that could touch the net
I’m used cracked pavement
And kids with knives at school
I almost got expelled for rapping
What am I to do
Ill keep doing me, while you keep on doing
Y O U
Im trying to
Be the one the greats can pass the title to
I remember enemies
Suicidal tendencies
I remember doing drugs that filled me with the energy
Way before the Hennessy
Finding my identity
I remember smoking weed that’s laced with methamphetamine
And Then i started doing sets
I was flowing like the sea
Had to put the game to rest
People saying RIP
I was getting all the bread
Getting whatever I please
They put the paper on my desk
I ain’t take an SAT
Chorus (Z.Settle):
Yeah I’ve been feeling low
Tryna spread these racks out on the floor
I could take you back, to the cracks in the road
I could take you back, if you really wanna go
I could take you back, to the cracks in the road
I could take you back, to the bank where I roll
I could take you back, to the crack in the stove
I could take you back, run it back, let it go
I could take you
Bridge (Z.Settle):
Back, back, I could take you back
Doc got girls all around him
Verse 2 (Doc):
Yeah, yeah, Roger that, what you think
Where you at
Yeah I got a hundred racks
Spitting facts like an almanac
Never messed with none that crack
Never broke my momma's back
I could take you back to
All the planned attacks
Suicidal thoughts creeping up and down my fucking back
Never wanted none of that
Y'all cheesy like some easy Mac
Pen bleeding, hemophiliac
In and out of school for picking all these fights
I remember back home dad beat my ass at night
I remember knives cutting closer than a switchblade but
Its alright, its alright
Bridge (Z.Settle):
Shit fucked me up for life but it's alright
Chorus (Z.Settle):
Yeah I’ve been feeling low
Tryna spread these racks out on the floor
I could take you back, to the cracks in the road
I could take you back, if you really wanna go
I could take you back, to the cracks in the road
I could take you back, to the bank where I roll
I could take you back, to the crack in the stove
I could take you back, run it back, let it go
I could take you
Verse 3: (Chilly Boi)
I remember little bitty me
Spent a buck fifty when I went to the store
Now I got hoes want brand new clothes
Shit that they see while looking in the vogue
Im like woah, shit
I ain't got the cash
Let me check my savings
Hella long night
And I woke up faded
Thinking back then this shit is hazing hold up
How did I end up like this
Wanted to switch up from taking the family pictures to smoking the swishers told myself id do what I want I ain't living the past life no more
Damn my future's so gold
Pockets thick like a chode
Ain't no way Ima stop 'till I miss out that rolls
Oh, oh
Okay im back on my bullshit
Blacked off my ass lookin' foolish
I need to make a to do list
One, make sure the damage is done
Two, make sure you're having some fun
Three, make sure to have a good day
I ain't got shit else to say, uh
Chorus (Z.Settle):
Yeah I’ve been feeling low
Tryna spread these racks out on the floor
I could take you back, to the cracks in the road
I could take you back, if you really wanna go
I could take you back, to the cracks in the road
I could take you back, to the bank where I roll
I could take you back, to the crack in the stove
I could take you back, run it back, let it go
I could take you
