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The Race

 

The Race


How you hating on these hoes, but you play the role?
I be in my own lane, so I pave the road
Everytime I step out, I pray I make it home
Cause in this life that I chose, you gotta pay the toll

How you knowing he a sucka but you call him bro?
And how you claim to be a gangsta, but don't stick to code?
Everybody say they solid, but I know they'd fold
I heard em say they want smoke, but I kno they don't

On me
My brothers press all lines
And I'll die for my respect, bitch I need all mines
I could never let em take me, so we strapped all times
We coming right up off the hip if he trip off mines

You ain't never been through it, stop telling them lies
I ain't ever broke code, never switching on mines
The real recognize real, but I see bitch in his eyes
Who the fuck you think you foolin? You a bitch in disguise
That's on tha guys

Claimin that you one, but I doubt that
If they attempted on my life, would you bounce back?
And if they dissin, is you swinging where they mouth at?
Stop playing, stop lying, you ain bout that

You ain't really ten toes, boy you all cap
Killa California get em stripped for that ball cap
I heard they telling on they homies bro that's all bad
Fuck rats, watch them fold to the mouse traps

I swear this money got me turning to a madman
A bitch can't relieve my stress but her cash can
Who talking wet? we could leave em in a trash can
1 phone call brodie turning shit to Afghan

I heard em try n jock me but I don't give a fuck
Why the main people hating try to copy us?
I see those same people hating in my audience
This shits funny to be honest, it don't bother us

I feel like even when I'm up, still its not enough
Born broke die broke, that could not be us
Praise the muthafuckin real, it's so obvious
We heading straight to tha top, ain't no stoppin us

They popping for the gram, but they never poppin up?
Big blammers, cause I know they scared to lock it up
Men Of Business, we tha muthafuckin mafia
I'm slick with it, so they never ever caught me up

I hope that everything I say make you Suckas mad
I hope it make your blood boil when I get a bag
I hope yo shit crash n burn, while I'm whipping past
I hope you watch me take first, while you still in last

I hope that everything I say make you Suckas mad
I hope it make your blood boil when I get a bag
I hope yo shit crash n burn, while I'm whipping past
I hope you watch me take first, while you still in last

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