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Patriarch Video (MV)




Performed By: Rack Mane
Language: English
Length: 3:34
Written by: Rakwon Grier




Rack Mane - Patriarch Lyrics




Can't get comfortable
Learning to live
For the things I can't see

If you ain't know
I came from the mud
Name someone hot as me

Way I be dabbing
Chick I'm a daddy
Ain't got time to play with kids

I need a plate
I need a Mil/MEAL
I want them Big M&M's (Megamillions)

I want a yacht
I need some planes
I want a house on the lake

Can't catch me chilling
With these fakers
Cause' I know that they snakes

Amazonian Cambodian
She ride with the squad
She say Rack Mane you the realist
And your music go hard

That's real
Forever keep it Trill

My flow been quarantining
Cause' they say my rhyme's is ill

Uh, G.I. status
That's when I'm in the field

Think I'm from Pittsburgh
By the way I tote that steel

Black and Yellow
Black and Yellow
Black and Yellow
Black and Yellow

Get a verse from Rackzz
Then you're a lucky fellow
Lucky Fellow

I'm a patriarch
I'm thinking moving into a Varnish Castle's

Not stacking up your chips
Can turn your life into a troubled hassle

Keep mine with the dip
Rackzz LAYS with the cream

Wu Tang, Raekwon the chef
I want to sport Cuban Linx

I'm a 95 Baby
And I know that you hate it

And I know you wanna change it
But that's the Era that made Me

Cause' Ima child of God
Man of Faith
You might not see
But keep your faith

We all gone eat
A Bigger Plate
And Best Believe
They'll Be Brighter Days

Child of God
Man of Faith
You might not see
But keep your faith

We all gone eat
A Bigger Plate
And Best Believe
They'll Be Brighter Days

Brighter days
Darker drinks
Deeper pockets
Getting Rich

Money Mitch
Banky Franky
You can call me Mr. Hanky Panky

Lotta Fifties
Lotta Hunnas
Lotta Bentley's
Lotta Hummer's
Lotta 7.62's for my 6'2" drummers

Speakers knocking
It's a storm
What's in the trunk
I think they call it thunder

Lavage living in the city
Where the hittas envy

How many bodies that's done dropped
Lives lost over a silly come up

Can you tell me that

I know you tired
Hard to survive
Dry your eyes
Cause' it's gone be alright, Aye

Uh, I know you tired
Tryna survive
But dry your eyes
Cause' it's gone be alright
Yes it is

Where they do that at
Say, tell me where they do that at

Where they do that at
Say, tell me where they do that at

Cause' Ima child of God
Man of Faith
You might not see
But keep your faith

We all gone eat
A Bigger Plate
And Best Believe
They'll Be Brighter Days

Child of God
Man of Faith
You might not see
But keep your faith

We all gone eat
A Bigger Plate
And Best Believe
They'll Be Brighter Days
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Can't get comfortable
Learning to live
For the things I can't see

If you ain't know
I came from the mud
Name someone hot as me

Way I be dabbing
Chick I'm a daddy
Ain't got time to play with kids

I need a plate
I need a Mil/MEAL
I want them Big M&M's (Megamillions)

I want a yacht
I need some planes
I want a house on the lake

Can't catch me chilling
With these fakers
Cause' I know that they snakes

Amazonian Cambodian
She ride with the squad
She say Rack Mane you the realist
And your music go hard

That's real
Forever keep it Trill

My flow been quarantining
Cause' they say my rhyme's is ill

Uh, G.I. status
That's when I'm in the field

Think I'm from Pittsburgh
By the way I tote that steel

Black and Yellow
Black and Yellow
Black and Yellow
Black and Yellow

Get a verse from Rackzz
Then you're a lucky fellow
Lucky Fellow

I'm a patriarch
I'm thinking moving into a Varnish Castle's

Not stacking up your chips
Can turn your life into a troubled hassle

Keep mine with the dip
Rackzz LAYS with the cream

Wu Tang, Raekwon the chef
I want to sport Cuban Linx

I'm a 95 Baby
And I know that you hate it

And I know you wanna change it
But that's the Era that made Me

Cause' Ima child of God
Man of Faith
You might not see
But keep your faith

We all gone eat
A Bigger Plate
And Best Believe
They'll Be Brighter Days

Child of God
Man of Faith
You might not see
But keep your faith

We all gone eat
A Bigger Plate
And Best Believe
They'll Be Brighter Days

Brighter days
Darker drinks
Deeper pockets
Getting Rich

Money Mitch
Banky Franky
You can call me Mr. Hanky Panky

Lotta Fifties
Lotta Hunnas
Lotta Bentley's
Lotta Hummer's
Lotta 7.62's for my 6'2" drummers

Speakers knocking
It's a storm
What's in the trunk
I think they call it thunder

Lavage living in the city
Where the hittas envy

How many bodies that's done dropped
Lives lost over a silly come up

Can you tell me that

I know you tired
Hard to survive
Dry your eyes
Cause' it's gone be alright, Aye

Uh, I know you tired
Tryna survive
But dry your eyes
Cause' it's gone be alright
Yes it is

Where they do that at
Say, tell me where they do that at

Where they do that at
Say, tell me where they do that at

Cause' Ima child of God
Man of Faith
You might not see
But keep your faith

We all gone eat
A Bigger Plate
And Best Believe
They'll Be Brighter Days

Child of God
Man of Faith
You might not see
But keep your faith

We all gone eat
A Bigger Plate
And Best Believe
They'll Be Brighter Days
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Writer: Rakwon Grier
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