The Race

Yeah

It's nothing new

'Cause this exactly what I do

Uh, what up, E?

The good weed's list on this one

Yeah

I'm riding by myself, uh

Yup, uh

The world turning, the weed burning

Them haters talking, I keep earning

Know some who say life's a bitch

Well I'ma keep flirting and fuck that bitch

For the money and Louie V purchases

Old folks jock my car 'cause they know

Just what this is

**** flexing hard with no bars

They got weak service

Keep verses, Mortal Kombat

Look at my ring, if I ain't balling, bitch

Then what you call that

Nothing but net, ain't back 'cause I never left

I did everything right, ****, better yet

Rolling bomb for the **** that's around us

Something like a contractor building

From the ground up

Now just, oh, twist up this weed

Realize you're in the presence of a G

Don't fuck up my paper, meaning my G's

Or the one's I use to roll up my trees

Fuck it, you know what I mean

I'm riding 'round, smoking my music up loud

Tryna do my thing, no disrespect to the **** before me

Some smile up in your face, but then  hate 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 winner's place

No foot on the brakes, one of the best, homie

That's what they call me

It's lonely at the top, ain't 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 fuck with me

My ex calling my phone, wishing she could stunt with me

But I'm just riding, dawg, doing above fifty

Stunting like Jet Li, boat houses and jet skis

Thirty on the flight, iced like the Gretzkys

My dime pieces only recognize the best trees

Treat 'em like I don't need 'em, boy, you best believe

You in her face, I let her breathe

Oh, from debated on to waited on

From hated on to the **** they put they cake up on

'Cause we are, young movie stars

'Cause we are, young movie stars

I'm riding 'round, smoking my music up loud

Tryna do my thing, no disrespect to the **** before me

Some smile up in your face, but then hate 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 winner's place

No foot on the brakes, one of the best, homie

That's what they call me

It's lonely at the top, ain't no company, so

Now I just stunt on my own, now I just stunt on my own

Uh uh oh, now I just stunt on my own

Bitches ain't 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 long

Burning nothing, they singing my songs

Get high'd up if they want, then I bring them along

We flying up, girl, you won't need a ticket at all, need a ticket at all

Tell 'em, bitch, I'ma ball

And I'ma buy a new crib for my **** and all

'Cause I remember days we sit and pictured it all

**** swore I leave or pictured I fall

Counting reasons why they hate, your bitch think I'm a star

('Cause we are) Young, gifted, not to mention

Out here making motherfucking millions

Yeah, I said it, motherfucking millions

Got my money up, I'm in the building

I'm riding 'round, smoking my music up loud

Tryna do my thing, no disrespect to the **** before me

Some smile up in your face, but then hate 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 winner's place

No foot on the brakes, one of the best, homie

That's what they call me

It's lonely at the top, ain't no company, so

Now I just stunt on my own, now I just stunt on my own