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probably judge me by my cover so they'll never hear the ending
They thought I redecorated my kitchen the way the tables turned
Like labor was being forced

Yeah you saved me so shawty had to save ya
Yeah save her baby I'm your savior
I'm trying to love you can you tell by my behavior
I drink my feelings

time (Woo)
Waste my time (No)
I want the v12 motor speed racer (Yah)
And the rari (Yeah)
Side by side (Ya)
Sak pasé (Ya)
Fuck what you say
Yah yah yah

want the cheat code to life
I want three shows a night
I want three hoes on stand by
When my freak ho get tired
I wanna live like I'm retired
I wanna big

em told em meet me by the sto'
Nephew ima have to pay you when i cash my check
Hunnits coming in i'm at the Torres Superette's
When it come to paper

but it's still golden every time I speak
Hits and Grammys every week, I ain't even hit my peak
He think he could do a song by song, I know he ain't

(Rejoice, The broken are the more evolved)
I do the dash I'm like a speed racer
Pull up to the block because I'm tryna see some paper
If you do not

She a whole thottie, she ain slow, that hoe a racer (That hoe a racer)
Ion really drink so when I do I need a chaser (So when I do I need a chaser)
Ain

better come with that paper
Ice glaciers
Diamonds they be shining like lasers
Running racer
Bet ya can't catch me hater
Elevator
I'm going up little by

it
Gotta maintain
Waking up
Thinking ‘bout money
Waking up
Thinking by bands
I been thinking ‘bout the future
I don’t wanna eat cans
Give me that steak

made this s**t by my solo
People be amping my soul doe
I never thought how my flows go then they start talking bout me like i’m Vangoh
Status Andy De

I'm chilling right out by the sun
They calling I don't need nun
Member glades living likes Issa hotel
Ferragamo she got in a bun

I think they mad

like Magic
You know that ball like a Laker
Doing the dash straight to the money, bitch I feel like speed racer
Gucci, Louis, Prada, I can't decide
Tryna

There's a kind of you know what I mean a sort of great big blob
Where forty watts of braincell drives 50 megawatts of gob
Close by a burned out

we datin'
By the way we the same age
Black hoe, I'm not racist
Lambo I'm a racer
I did a half a gram I'm faded
I just landed 747 mayday
I put that

really just need to be alone

And if I'm not with you don't be upset
It's not you it's me, I am the threat
Time by myself, haven't had enough yet
Got

my lane, I won't chase her
Babygirl, I am a Nascar racer
Get back-up, shawty gotta back up
I retired all her love, it don't matter
When my day is going

say point blank
This way or that way
Everybody's on the take
So fuck it
I ain't tryin to kick the bucket
By the hands of a Nazi or Klansman

Inside with the jokes
My rhymes is fire like Hendrix's guitar
My favorite album by Blink is probably Boxcar
I'm a corporation that pays it's taxes
I

enriched
A rebel with racer in me
A regular reign begins
I'm the elephant
Black sheep through the room
Like gorillas you didn't see
You get shifty like you

the Bad Guy
I see dot dot dot don't think I'll reply
Honestly tryna' get by
Maybe I should just slide
No cha cha, call me papa
But 'cha know I ain't ya dada

graffiti on the side of boxcars
In the dead of night staring up at the stars

Even when life is nothing but sorrow
I'm holding out for a better tomorrow

independent bitches but that ain't a thing
So I be thuggin by myself it ain't a bitch out here for me
Skrt skrt skrt skrt skrt
Speed racer
I don't do the limit

to live a little braver
I been playing safe just for the sake of
I just need the space I need the acres
I just wanna ride, speed racer
I just run in circles