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Andy Mineo

Rat Race

 

Rat Race

(album: Uncomfortable - 2015)


[Hook Jon Bellion:]
Tell 'em we don't wanna play, yeah, yeah
We're so okay with last place
We already won the game, yeah, yeah
No, we won't run your rat race

This is so disrespectful
I'm sorry that I didn't do it sooner
They talking that manure
Snakes coming for my head, that's Medusa
But watch how I maneuver
I ain't fly, man, I'm lunar
I got no time for high opinions with them low commitments
I hear that chatter from a distance, I don't ever listen
Cause art critics just artists that never made it
What I care what you saying, I'm too busy creating
I could tell that ya' some crabs, hating on the low
Tryna shoot my dream down, cause you never chase your own
I think I struck a nerve, matter fact I hit a bone
I got a word for them rappers who swear that they on the throne
Oh, so you the king of rap, where your kingdom at?
I got a queen, a fly one, sitting on my lap
You bought the lie them rappers told ya, I bring it back
That's all I gotta say
Roof your ball, I don't wanna play

[Hook Jon Bellion:]
Tell 'em we don't wanna play, yeah, yeah
We're so okay with last place
We already won the game, yeah, yeah
No, we won't run your rat race

It's so disrespectful
Hip-hop raised me, I'm talking back to my parents
I dropped that Never Land, yo, I still haven't landed
Look mama, you don't gotta drop it low if you raising standards
Raising this banner, mama raised me with manners
Couldn't put me in a box, how I'm raising this brand
It's hard to stay focused with standing in front of cameras
But they don't understand it, they don't see that from my vantage
All glory to the Most High all the praise be
Got them other rappers sweating like they need the AC
It ain't all 'bout who you know, Bleek knew Jay-Z
If it you ain't HOT 97, bad idea tryna play me
I know dudes with so much money that it ain't funny
Type of money make you laugh at jokes when it ain't funny
Type of money, go outside looking bummy
Still bag a supermodel, they don't care if he ugly
There's politics in this game, but ain't no politicians
And I ain't tryna be another one of fame's victims
Make a name for myself but never make a difference
Now, that's all I gotta say
Roof your ball, I don't wanna play

Yeah, roof your ball, I don't wanna play
Yeah, you ain't ever seeing that again
No, I roof your ball, I don't wanna play
Yeah, no
Kiss it goodbye
Kiss it goodbye
Killing me Smalls
Kiss it goodbye

done

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