Too ruined crazy I hate windows Yeah, you know I want the racks, I want Gucci on my back Yeah, I want a diamond chain, yeah, yeah, yeah Want a diamond chain All these bitches yellin', screamin' my name Small boy is insane, don't think I can be tamed Yeah, my ego's to the sky, sent you ones that's still mine No, I'm not afraid to die, said I love you, but I lied My bad, I was too fly, that's the reason bitches cry You don't know where I've been and where I stay Now you wanna call me up and see if I'm okay Cause I got the bands, man, get up out my way I'ma get the AK, I'ma fuckin' spray Spray up on your face, spray up on your feet I'ma spray all up in these motherfuckin' streets I am so crazy, bitches call me Rodney And they said that I'ma hit a doggy Yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh I just want the bands I just want the racks, yeah, I just want the bands So I'll fight where I walk, walk the diamonds where I talk I want Gucci on my back, try that bitch don't touch my mask With the commas on the tag, tip it over, spill the rack No, I'm not afraid to die, not afraid to die No, I'm not afraid to die, cause the money run my life Yeah, yeah, the money run my life And without it, what am I? Without it, what am I? Without it, what am I? Without it, what am I?
