Rat Race - RJmrLA

Yeah

(Got that petrol)

Nigga

(Yeah, yeah)

Back to makin' this classic shit, you know what I’m sayin'?

I ain’t got no fears of the top

Heels on a blade, fingers full of rocks

Drove a yacht through my wave

When they shut down the Backpage (Fuck it)

Got that Cash App goin' brazy

Work like a slave pay your car notes and all

Dress up for fame to compete with the stars

It’s a rat race (Nigga, it’s a rat race)

Nigga, I’m what this hustlin' made me

The real ones out my circle shape me

Even when her feelings hurt, she pay me

I’m not perfect baby

All them niggas in that hearse they hate me

Dig my real ones out the earth, don’t thank me

Fremont raised me

It catted off and my dog caught rabies

And my catalog is all that HD

Don’t make me wait, please

Take too long?

That’s late fees

I break red-bones you break even

On God and demons

When I kneel and pray up to the skies

Am I quoting holy scripts or is it lies?

Who decides who live or dies?

Know my co-defendant won’t get no surprise

Take mines and put his off to the side

Let my middle finger rise high, I be outside if I want to

Send a addy, on God, I’ma rush through

I stop niggas, finna slide on that one fool

Niggas swallowing they pride like it’s lunch food

Ooh, I pull up and you hide, you a chump-chump-chump

And that nigga ain’t alive if he riding in my trunk

Trumped up charges on my dog an' 'em

Flights out of Boston eating frog limbs

Blue face, pink face, gettin' all 'em

When I had the heat case, couldn’t call them

Orange 10s in a sports Benz, ain’t no Porsches

Top drop on the 110, it’s like it’s morphin'

Scorchin', southeast, Orleans & York an'

She need endorsements

Them Porsche wings got her snorkelin'

Fortunes, money spent but it’s bringing more in

Born in, if it ain’t me, it ain’t important

I ain’t got no fears of the top

Heels on a blade, fingers full of rocks

Drove a yacht through my wave

When they shut down the Backpage

Got that Cash App goin' brazy

Work like a slave pay your car notes and all

Dress up for fame to compete with the stars

It’s a rat race (Nigga, it’s a rat race)

I ain’t got no fears of the top

Heels on a blade, fingers full of rocks

Drove a yacht through my wave

When they shut down the Backpage (Fuck it)

Got that Cash App goin' brazy

Work like a slave pay your car notes and all

Dress up for fame to compete with the stars

It’s a rat race (Nigga, it’s a rat race)

I ain’t got no fears of the top

Heels on a blade, fingers full of rocks

Drove a yacht through my wave

When they shut down the Backpage

Got that Cash App goin' brazy

Work like a slave pay your car notes and all

Dress up for fame to compete with the stars

It’s a rat race (Nigga, it’s a rat race)

Got that Cash App goin' brazy