Rat Race

Lyrics

AKIR - "Rat Race" [Emcee(s): AKIR] [Producer(s): [?]] [Verse 1: AKIR] TECs, checks to bless. Vexed sex with stress Intangible gains arranged, my pockets dead from debts My pain stems deep. In abyss, I can't sleep New York king complete. Battle filled the concrete Trying to make ends meet, but they got fury with each other One is my delegate and the other is my brother Cream said they was men until they never flipped kids Taking the rent money, so these niggas got addicted He gave it to this bitch on his dick [?] Didn't give a fuck about D's. She had kids to feed My mother tells me, "Get together with your man mind" He's lost, I can't find son. I know he's in jail Every time I look for him, my mom's got to post bail 'cause it's A rat race and the movement's quick, sucker A voice said, "Watch your back, son, and the counterfeit Get the money up front [?]" [?] and the New York mental 'cause it's A rat race. It's a rat race, son It's a rat race. It's a rat race, son It's a rat race. It's a rat race, son [Verse 2: AKIR] Motivation from my mans to get the crew back to old times [?] rhyming in the park Body want to dance if mind with the lyrics Hard to pump up, dividing his soul to freak the gifted That nigga hard, he rest in parts—the first to get blasted, B Days before, I told him 'bout this cat named reality Coming out his crib, silhouette by the streetlights On the way to meet his shorty—yo, you know that street life They was just getting started, didn't even see the dadas All of a sudden, linked in drama—life as real as baby mama Before they cut his [?] bucked him in the brain Ever since [?] and it ain't never been the same But he played off and kept it thriving in the struggle Out of them all, my best friend's soul is constantly In trouble, on the run [?] [?] [Hook: AKIR] It's a rat race, son It's a rat race. It's a rat race, son It's a rat race. It's a rat race, son It's a rat race. It's a rat race, nigga [Verse 3: AKIR] Thought he grew up. Even though a nigga been through it Nicotine lungs, a liver that's done—scars to prove it Took a walk about it [?] and left his mans and it Felt like a zombie pumping with no hands and it [?] hurry to write a check He's hoping that his latest rhyme'll bring him out of debts Getting strong, him and his pops getting along "Keep your enemies, your friends"—lyrics from his newest song Survivalist, he thrives and just to bring 'em all together Unite in one form what makes your heart last forever Time goes on, the song prolongs The lifetime that belongs and how we all say, "Dawg" Through the bitches in heat, through the ditches and beef Through the switches that lock bars and biting with your teeth [?] one last message to my mens: It's a rat race. Let's stack the cheddar 'til the end