Текст, перевод и аккорды “The Race”
- The world turning, the weed burning Them haters talking, I keep earning Know some will say that lifes a bitch Well I'ma flirtin and f-ck that bitch for the money and louie v purchases Old folks jock my car cause they know just what this is N-ggas felxin' hard with no bars, they got weak service Keep verses, mortal kombat Look at my ring, if I aint ballin' then what you call that Nothing but net and back cause I never left I did everything right n-gga better yet Rolling bomb for the n-ggas that's around us Something like a contractor built it from the ground up Now just Twist up this weed Realise that you are in the presence of a g Don't f-ck up my paper meaning my cheese Or the ones I use to roll up my trees F-ck it, you know what I mean I'm riding round, smoking, good music aloud Gotta do my thing, no disrespect to the n-ggas before me Some smile up in your face but then they 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 winners place No foot on the brakes One the best, homie that's what they call me It's lonely at the top, got 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 f-ck with me My ex calling my phone, wishing she could stunt with me But I'm just riding dog, doing a buck fifty Stunting like jet li, boat houses and jet ski's Thirty on the flight, ice like the gretsky's My dime piece only recognise the best tree's Treat 'em like I don't need 'em boy, you best believe You in her face, I let her breath From debated on, to waited on From hated on, to the n-gga they put cake up on Cause we are, young movie stars Cause we are, young movie stars (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 aint 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 looong Nothing, they aint singing my song Get fired up, if they want than I bring them along We flying up, now you want me to take it all off Want me to take it all off Tell a bitch I'ma ball and I'ma buy a new crib for my n-ggas n all Cause I remember days we'd sit and picture it all N-gga 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 muthaf-cking millions Yeah, I said it, muthaf-cking millions Got my money up, I'm in the building
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