Track Star (Remix)

She's a runner she's a trackstar
Left me in the cold like I'm jack frost
She going do the race this ain't Nascar
She showed me she was fake, take that mask off
I admit its kinda rough, but I'm a big dog
See I just won't feel real if my bitch fraud
I had to call it off like a sick call
And she can't get no pass cause I ain't Chris Paul
I'm not responding to her messages or missed calls
Now she on twitter talking shit because she pissed off
Shawty said she going through it having withdraws
Cause she can't ride this dick when gets hard
Yoo -ooo-oou
No you can't be my bride and I can't be your groom
I gave you power, you blew it like a fuse
You showed your true colors, now I got the blues
But I'm fly no cocoon

Montana bout to kill another beat again, life shit up in these bars don't give me a pen
I'm glad I got the breaking news like CNN
You had me salty, but right here is where our season ends
But you will never think its sweet again
And you will never have to cheat again
Cause you will never get this D again
No I ain't cool wit us being friends and I don't mean that she 100 just cause she a 10

Ugh, steppin on my heart like a door mat
I ain't gotta snap, she'll get the picture like its kodak
Hit the road jack, you lost get a road map
Shawdy thought she went wit 2, but she rolled craps
Southpaw, people change right in front you like stances
That's why I check it up front like advances
Yeah I had to leave on her like branches
But I guess we live and learn like campus
You say that this wasn't you intent like a campus
You praying amantis while beggin for changes
Don't even try to sway me baby, you ain't got the answers
And now you in a state of misery like Kansas

This rapper ain't with all the acting, I ain't Q-tip
Kept my baby flying like she asked out cupid
Remember all them times I use to fuck you to my music
As soon I pulled up, we got it bussing like a school trip
Pussy getting wetter, while I kiss you on your two lips
Spread you cross that bed like bread till you cool whip
Hands on your rack, bent you over from the back
Use to hit from every angle on that table like a pool stick

Fell out wit homies who fell off but we don't beef at all
See misery company so they want me to fall
I'm gettin cash and they mad cause they can't be involved
Hand on my strap, checking my mirror like I seen the law
Hope they don't play, if they do so then they goin reap it all
Yeah, they going really feel this steel if niggas reach at all
And if it's blood on my floor, then we going bleach it all
Had niggas beggin for they life, bitch I don seen it all
Niggas go to hide when it storm
Three pistol cases, I beat two but I still keep a gun
Yeah, they big cap on their keyboard till I'm deleting em
So hard the speakers break, my heart is where I'm speaking from
Man who you know can talk this gangster shit while teaching em
"Rap god he the goat, he the one"
Can come back like LeBron down 3 to 1
And all my lyrics double meant like a piece of gum
(Whew, whew)
Good times remember when I use to pray for it
Started hustling, made it happen didn't wait for it
Niggas played, but not for free, I made em pay for it
Caught bodies, glad I didn't get sent away for it
Kill beats, leave the sense yellow tape on it
Hip-hop savior, rhymes got a cape on it
No label, no shootouts, no drake on it
Was broke, now our plates got steaks on it
This the remix of the trackstar

Album on the way called the "rap god"
Never sold my soul so I'm blackballed
These other rappers rugrats, I'm raptor
When they out of arms reach, niggas act hard
Till its killers in your front and your back yard
Leave em wit holes when a nigga let this mac off
Yeah, you a pussy and a bitch, nigga catdog
I bet one shot will turn a opp to a trackstar
Come over here, ill split your wig nigga that part
Come over here, ill split your wig nigga that part
Come over here, ill split your wig nigga that part