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[Intro: midwxst]

I've been counting up the racks

I've been getting to the stacks

I know I got niggas really mad

'Cause they don't got the shit I have

I got Helmut Lang all on the shirt

I don't want your bitch even though she wanna flirt

And 24/7, I put in the work

My shooters just ready—

[Chorus: midwxst]

I've been counting up the racks

I've been getting to the stacks

I know I got niggas really mad

'Cause they don't got the shit I have

I got Helmut Lang all on the shirt

I don't want your bitch even though she wanna flirt

And 24/7, I put in the work

My shooters just ready, boy, do not get hurt

Got this shit from the bottom, got this from the dirt

[Verse 1: midwxst]

Last year, I was down on my ass

I was fighting with depression and fighting with school, I did not even know if I'd pass

Didn't know myself, didn't know what I was doing, I didn't even know how to grasp

All of the feelings inside of head, but I look back on that shit and now I just laugh, yeah

I know you're mad, I can see it on your face

Say you smoke gas but you don't know your strains

Vivienne Westwood, it's all in the chain

Never can switch, baby, I'll stay the same

They gonna play, know this shit not a game

Fuck all the money, I don't need no fame

Don't wanna see you, don't wanna see your face

Only care about me, 'cause I'm getting K's

I never can show up

'Cause nobody gives a fuck

Nobody that I can trust

Nobody that I can hold

[Bridge: midwxst]

(I never can show up)

('Cause nobody gives a fuck)

(Nobody that I can trust)

(Nobody that I can hold)

[Verse 2: midwxst]

Yeah, yeah, boutta hit 10K, that shit real astounding

Finally made it up to the top of the mountain

Long time coming, know the days, I've been counting, yeah

Yeah, yeah, I'm in the studio like every damn day

Talking over Twitter, not to my face

Worth my time, nah, you's a waste, yeah

Yeah, yeah, getting in first, nah, no last place

Always wanna talk, always throwing that shade

I could care less about you say, yeah

Yeah, yeah, smoke me another, I need to chill

Never gon' catch me popping pills, if I do that shit, you can kill me

Seventeen, but I've been making them racks

Seventeen, but I've been shopping in Saks

Seventeen, but I've been spending them checks

Seventeen, but already know that I'm next

Seventeen, seeing my name in the press

Seventeen, making these niggas upset

Seventeen, got all the labels impressed

Seventeen, wearing my pride on my chest

[Chorus: midwxst]

I've been running to the racks

I've been running to the stacks

I know I got niggas really mad

'Cause they don't got the shit I have

I got Helmut Lang all on the shirt

I don't want your bitch even though she wanna flirt

And 24/7, I put in the work

My shooters just ready, boy, do not get hurt

Got this shit from the bottom, got this from the dirt