The Race
(专辑: Rolling Papers - 2011)
The
world turning, the
weed burning Them haters talking, I
keep earning Know some who say life's a
bitch Well I'mma keep flirting Fuck that bitch for the
money and Louis V
purchases Old folks jock my car cause they know just what this is Niggas flexing hard with no bars, they got weak service Keep verses, Mortal Kombat Look at my ring, if I
ain't balling bitch then what you call that Nothing but net, ain't back cause I
never left I
did everything right nigga better yet Rolling bomb for the
niggas that's around us Something like a
contractor built it from the
ground up Now just, twist up this weed Realize that you are in the
presence of a G
Don't fuck up my paper meaning my cheese Or the
ones I
use to roll up my trees Fuck it, you know what I
mean I'm riding round, smoking, my music up loud Gotta do my thing, no disrespect to the
niggas before me Some smile up in your face but then they hate on the
low Now I
just stunt on my own Now I
just stunt on my own I'm in a
race, and taking the
winner's place No foot on the
brakes One of the
best, homie that's what they call me It's lonely at the
top, ain't no company so Now I
just stunt on my own Now I
just stunt on my own See me, when I'm alone, wishing they could fuck with me My ex calling my phone, wishing she could stunt with me But I'm just riding dawg, doing a
buck fifty Stunting like Jet Li, boat houses and jet skis Thirty on the
flight, ice like the
Gretzky's My dime pieces only recognize the
best trees Treat 'em like I
don't need 'em boy, you best believe You in her face, I
let her breathe From debated on, to waited on From hated on, to the
nigga they put cake up on Cause we are, young movie stars Cause we are, young movie stars I'm riding round, smoking, good music aloud Gotta do my thing, no disrespect to the
niggas before me Some smile up in your face but then they hate on the
low Now I
just stunt on my own Now I
just stunt on my own I'm in a
race, and taking the
winner's place No foot on the
brakes One of the
best, homie that's what they call me It's lonely at the
top, ain't no company so Now I
just stunt on my own Now I
just stunt on my own (Ooooooh, oooh, ooo-oo-oooooh) (Ooooooh, oooh, ooo-oo-oooooh) (Ooooooh, oooh, ooo-oo-oooooh) O-ooo-oh, now I
just stunt on my own Bitches ain't say shit to me But now they won't leave me alone Used to walk the
other way But now they all come to my home And they calling my phone, cause my paper is long Nothing, they ain't singing my song Get hired up, if they want then I
bring them along We flying up, no you won't need a
ticket at all Need a
ticket at all, tell a
bitch I'ma ball And I'ma buy a
new crib for my niggas and all Cause I
remember days we'd sit and pictured it all Nigga swear I'd leave or pictured I'd fall Counting reasons why they hate, your bitch think I'm a
star Cause we are, young, gifted Not to mention out here making muthafuckin millions Yeah, I
said it, muthafuckin millions Got my money up, I'm in the
building I'm riding round, smoking, good music aloud Gotta do my thing, no disrespect to the
niggas before me Some smile up in your face but then they hate on the
low Now I
just stunt on my own Now I
just stunt on my own I'm in a
race, and taking the
winner's place No foot on the
brakes One of the
best, homie that's what they call me It's lonely at the
top, ain't no company so Now I
just stunt on my own Now I
just stunt on my own