Verse I never had it easy, I never thought I'ma be here. Struggling with these raps, another pain I couldn't bare. Something that was hard to understand, cause these bars I had. Self esteem-ometer was always on greater lack I pulled back, pause rap, now I'm forever mad. These Kats is still waq, and I really believed in that. I write raps, this flow's is waq, beats cramping my swag. I paid cash, this Shxt trash,. I'm limping on tracks I sat back, drawing board, lotta blunt, and a black pen, the spark was there, but the flow never glowed. From right then I just knew ama kill these raps. I Had to believing In myself, for me No One would do that. Hook Put it on a rack Put it on my soul Put on a Rack and Pinion I just go get it when I need it Put it on my soul I ain't I losing Stuck in the