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Rat Race

 

Rat Race

(Album: On God - 2019)


(Yeah
(Got that petrol)
Nigga
(Yeah, yeah)
Back to making this classic shit, you know what I'm sayin'?)

I ain't got no fears of the top
Heels on a blade, fingers full of rocks
Drove a yacht through my wave
When they shut down the Backpage (Fuck it)
Got that Cash App going braze
Work like a slave [?]
Dress up for fans and compete with the stars
It's a rat race (Nigga, it's a rat race)

Nigga, I'm what this hustling made me
The real ones out my circle shape me
Even when her feelings hurt, she pay me
I'm not perfect baby
All them niggas and it hurts they hate me
Dig my real ones out the earth, don't thank me
Fremont raised me
It catted off and my dog caught rabies
And my catalog is all that HD
Don't make me wait, please
Take too long? That's late fees
I break redbones you break even
On God and demons
When I kneel and pray up to the skies
Am I quoting holy scripts or is it lies?
Who decides who live or dies?
Know my co-defendant won't get no surprise
Take mines and put his onto the side
Let my middle finger rise high, I be outside if I want to
Send a addy, on God, I'ma rush through
I stop niggas, finna slide on that one fool
Niggas swallowing they pride like it's lunch food
Ooh, I pull up and you hide, you a chop-chop-chop
And that nigga ain't alive if he riding in my trunk
Trumped up charges on my dog an' 'em
Flights out of Boston eating frog, man
Blue face, pink face, getting all 'em
When I had the heat case, couldn't call them
Orange 10s in a sports Benz, ain't no Porsches
Top drop on the 110, it's like it's morphing
Scorching, southeast, Orleans & York an'
She need endorsements
Them Porsche wings got her snorkeling
Fortunes, money spent but it's bringing more in
Pouring in, if it ain't me, it ain't important

I ain't got no fears of the top
Heels on a blade, fingers full of rocks
Drove a yacht through my wave
When they shut down the Backpage
Got that Cash App going braze
Work like a slave [?]
Dress up for fans and compete with the stars
It's a rat race (Nigga, it's a rat race)
I ain't got no fears of the top
Heels on a blade, fingers full of rocks
Drove a yacht through my wave
When they shut down the Backpage (Fuck it)
Got that Cash App going braze
Work like a slave [?]
Dress up for fans and compete with the stars
It's a rat race (Nigga, it's a rat race)
I ain't got no fears of the top
Heels on a blade, fingers full of rocks
Drove a yacht through my wave
When they shut down the Backpage
Got that Cash App going braze
Work like a slave [?]
Dress up for fans and compete with the stars
It's a rat race (Nigga, it's a rat race)

Got that Cash App going braze

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