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Fools gold I got plenty of it D-Wade, Kobe fade, yeah its automatic Mask down, spray the rounds like im psychopathic It's a footrace, I'm
marathon, not a footrace Niggas gone hate, put it in they face Show them suckas up, put them in they place This shit ain't up for debate Why hate nigga, just
Play it safe In my cage I'm okay Cut out my brain Footrace on the inside Fighting through my insight Me alone but no time You wouldn't know cuz
oh 'Cause it's turned into a footrace, a footrace, oh Between my heart and head Oh, I better stop before you end up in my bed Stop me in my tracks
stumble down Past my Pontiac My treads on glass I'm slow as slow But feeling crackerjack Neck and neck with my supine shell This footrace more than just
Yuh, my diamonds delayed, yah I'm a fan of Brittany Got off white on my shoelace, yah Laced up, but ain't no footrace, yah My diamonds delayed, uh
footrace Had to find out from my homies, Had to pack to your suitcase Update on our status Ian see that bitch or her lace Yeaa She took my heart for
is a terrible place, They rub wet clay in the blackleg's face, And around the heaps they run a footrace To catch the blackleg miner. And even down near
Well, I was coolin' my heels down in Flacktown They was blazin' from a footrace with a hellhound My heart was up on blocks from my last go-round When
not alright it seems At least they went outside this time The gunshot has gone off But I am swimming in a footrace There's no finish line in sight
Ahead of the footrace Corleone on the mash hoe I'll take over your turf And place real G's on it Got a hot nine for sale But don't nobody want it I put
prizes and the footraces you think you won Mean almost nothing in the giant cosmic scheme of things Look back inside your past and question who cut off
Sometimes not gone pass the test I confess this no contest This is not a footrace look in my face Patients on a different pace ohh amazing grace yea
living spaces And they spacious Enough to have a footrace in Garage loaded with spaceships Hop in one if you want to take a day trip No need to drive, want
a Footrace So yeah now we in bed Laying there after head She suck my soul I'm dead She swallow my kids so she fed Looking in the future like she my wife Man I
we're lined up on the runway Building speed till we win the footrace against time I see you on display and leave my words at the door Tides only rise in
in this or that place But I got there, last in the footrace I ain't the kind to let the winning I find Go coursing through my mind I been freed by
line, wrong place Feeling kinda bad for your gaunt face You got first place, but the gold was misplaced No land on the end of the footrace Recede with
they designed You ate my heart even though it tastes like a lime Footrace to the coupe with some raindrops You exposed me to it you done be the droptop
A hero through dismay I portray I'm a great I'll pace to keep up this footrace Do you understand the process That the future holds Breaking down these
The birds and bees are out to play As you pull me through the door We're throwing our clothes down on the floor It's a footrace to the bed A burning desire
a footrace nigga Call me planters I'm a nutcase nigga Gap between us double space you niggas I take a shower with them demons you couldn't face Respect
a terrible place They rub wet clay in the blackleg's face And around the heap they run a footrace To catch the blackleg miner And even down near the Seghill
the realest ever screw face A chairlift in the summer in the realest ever footrace You ain't on my level, and my level ain't that great So how's it feel to be
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