Lyrics:
wit the Mac, alright
After this I'm putting up my race
After this I'm putting up my race
Baby I don't play
It's a new day, I know things will be okay
to the youngins in the hood
Cause I ain't Hollywood, I come from the hood
I'm used to it, if your rear view shaking and your seats vibrating
24 inch Dayton's got
Got marks, ain't running track
If it's a race, call this a record setting victory lap
Ten seconds from the top to the bottom
Ain't a fucking role model
opps that we gon' die about this shit
I come from a place where niggas die about a diss
You ain't in the hood so we can't slide by your strip
Cookin'
me on and popping
I don't care who's watching
Tell ya girls to fall back cause ain't no way I'm stopping
I can out out tonight
Looking for a good time
the divine in myself
I know you think I'm out my mind and act like you wanna help
You wanna know how it felt to be portrayed as saintly
When behind the scenes
them out coz you're not in my class get vexed
Covid won't stop all my paper, shout to my key workers all dealing with stress
It's a crazy time we live
Shut wide mouth
It's my presence
It's too scary
Not the blood dripping from my arms
It's the face boy
Get it twisted
I'm holding a machete
How you not
I'm on a power trip
And they calling me counterfeit cause I ain't gave a coward shit
Stone me, throw me a pile of shit but you won't pull me out of it
y'all selling death for profit
Gotta give em what they need gotta stop it
Boy boy
I got that napalm fore I take off
You might wanna catch this wave ugh
the government my ni we the ones that's running this race
Tear it up
Tear it up
All of my boys go tear it up
Tear it up
Tear it up
All of my boys go tear it up
running up that EBT when it's grocery week
I'm getting close to that leap
And this is pain and motifs
And these ain't even punchlines
I leave a stain
You heard that uhh that new Loss Daze by by that Kid Bootz
Naw naw mayne I ain't heard that I ain't heard that
Mayne fuck wrong wit you mayne you
rings but that ain't about this
What you bout b****
Excuse my French emotion in my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
rings but that ain't about this
What you bout b****
Excuse my French emotion in my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
rings but that ain't about this
What you bout bitch
Excuse my French emotion in my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
this road
We cruisin', I love the way we ride
Bump my favourite music when I've got you by my side
We cruisin'
Hand on your thigh
With your arms in
making
Cause heaven's higher than space
So if sky is the limit then I'll use my arms in the race
I can tell it ain't a reach to think-think it's upon us
built for that industry
I can't live in my phone
Like this might be my only record
Think I'm already done
It was the fall of that year
I had a breakdown
it
Fairy tales I never spin 'em
I'm the realest on the scene
I ain't got no competition
I'm the big dawg
Boy I'm back in the booth
I said I'm back in
confusing and trust
In this year to date, make no mistake at all
Really could've lost it, gain or fall
And I know the same, my heart can take the pain
So in
You don’t gotta fit
And if you fall it is what it is
Pick yourself up and handle ya biz
There ain’t no limits when I'm off the grid
No condemnation for
The pain in my heart is getting dosed by joy (what?)
We have no other boy but to bring the B-boy (uh, uh, uh)
There's nothin' on this earth that can
I ain't got no friends
(take money) yeah, I'ma do this track
West side! (take money) MOB, Bad Boy killers
(take money) Ha ha haha, hey fat boy
(take
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