The Race
[Verse 1]The World turning, the weed burningThem haters talking, I keep earningKnow some will say that life's a bitchWell I'ma keep flirtin and fuck that bitch for the money and Louie V purchasesOld folks jock my car cause they know just what this isNiggas felxin' hard with no bars, they got weak serviceKeep verses, Mortal KombatLook at my ring, if I ain't ballin' bitch then what you call thatNothing but net, ain't back cause i never left.I did everything right nigga better yetRolling bomb for the niggas that's around usSomething like a contractor building from the ground upNow justTwist up this weedRealize that you are in the presence of a GDon't fuck up my paper meaning my cheeseOr the ones I use to roll up my treesFuck it, you know what I mean
[Chorus]I'm riding round, smoking good, music so loudKinda do my thing, no disrespect to the niggas before meSome smile up in your face but then they don't on the lowNow I just stunt on my ownNow I just stunt on my own
I'm in a race, and taking the winners placeNo foot on the brakesOne the best, homie that's what they call meIt's lonely at the top, got no company soNow I just stunt on my ownNow I just stunt on my own
[Verse 2]See me, when I'm alone, wishing they could fuck with meMy ex calling my phone, wishing she could stunt with meBut I'm just riding dog, doing a buck fiftyStunting like Jet Li, boat houses and Jet Ski'sThirty on the flight, ice like the Gretsky'sMy dime pieces only recognise the best tree'sTreat 'em like I don't need 'em boy, you best believeYou in her face, I let her breath
From debated on, to waited onFrom hated on, to the nigga they put they cake up onCause we are, Young Movie starsCause we are, Young Movie stars
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[Verse 3]O-ooo-oh, now I just stunt on my ownBitches ain't say shit to me but now they won't leave me aloneUsed to walk the other wayBut now they all come to my homeAnd they calling my phone, cause my paper was looongNothing, they ain't singing my songGet hired up, if they want than I bring them alongWe flying up, now you want me to take it all offWant me to take it all off
Tell a bitch I'ma ball and I'ma buy a new crib for my niggas n allCause I remember days we'd sit and pictured it allNigga swear I'd leave or pictured I'd fallCounting reasons why they hate, your bitch think I'm a starCause we are, young, gifted, not to mention out here making muthafucking millionsYeah, I said it, muthafucking millionsGot my money up, I'm in the building
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