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Love Scars Pt. 2 / Rack City (Explicit) - Trippie Redd
Written by：Trippie Redd

Ooh ayy

14 14 14 babe yeah

In rack city counting up a four
I was trapping getting it by my 'lone
Rocket got them pints for the low
Chris got the rocket he gon' blow
Murder what she wrote
We came through and took her soul
She want that dick then she get boned
Rack city blowing d**e b**ch
She off the molly and the coke b**ch
You wan' touch then you get poked b**ch

Run my hood like the pope pope b**ch

They thought I was dead but I'm still alive

I just needed time to relax b**ch

I just needed time now I'm back b**ch

The money coming faster than it ever did

Please play this at my funeral

If I die tomorrow tell my mama that
I'm sorry for the life I chose

But this the life I chose
This is the life for me
Nobody loves me but me

Nobody loves me but me
I f**ked my girl last week
Told her get on her knees

Then she s**ked on my D

Then that b**ch hit the streets she ain't f**kin' with me
No more no more no more no more

No more no more no more no more

No more no more no more no more

No more no more no more no more

I see more tombstones than the undertaker

And if we f**k now we can't cuddle later
The chopper make roaches scatter f**k a huddle breaker
This mac I aim it at your face I cannot make up
Brrat I got the pounds and that ain't from Jamaica
Smoke this thing I'm shooting f**k up god's creation

Ah you the best who am I replacing
Woah oh that's a vest well it's your mind I'm aimed at
Scars of love from warfare with automatics
Bullets burn like lava chopper spitting volcanic
Codeine and Percocet's spend a kidney and a liver
Stupid b**ch f**k me over
I get it I still miss her woah

In rack city counting up a four
I was trapping getting it by my 'lone