Rat Race

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah (Put that petrol), nigga (Mhm) Back to makin' this classic shit, you know what I'm sayin'? [Chorus] I ain't got no fears of the top, heels on the blade Fingers full of rocks, drove a yacht through my wave When they shut down the Backpage Fuck it, got that Cash App goin' brazy Work like a slave, pay your car notes and all Dress up for fame to compete with the stars It's a rat race Nigga, it's a rat race [Verse] Nigga, I'm what this hustlin' made me The real ones out my circle shape me Even when her feelings hurt, she pay me I'm not perfect, baby All them niggas in that hearse, they hate me Dig my real ones out the earth, don't thank me Fremont raised me Catted off and my dog caught rabies And my catalog is all that HD Don't make me wait please Take too long? That's late fees I break redbones, you break even On God and demons When I kneel and pray up to the skies Am I quotin' holy scripts or is it lies? Who decides who live or dies? No, my codefendant won't get no surprise Take mines and put his off to the side Let my middle finger rise high, I be outside if I want to Send an addy, on God, I'ma rush through I stop niggas, finna slide on that one fool Niggas swallowin' they pride like it's lunch food Ooh, I pull up and you hide, you a chump-chump-chump And that nigga ain't alive if he ridin' in my trunk Trumped-up charges on my dog 'nem Flights out of Boston, eatin' frog limbs Blue face, pink face, gettin' all 'em When I had the heat case, couldn't call them Orange 10s in a sports Benz, ain't no Porsches Top drop on the 110, it's like it's morphin' Scorchin', southeast, Orleans & Yorkin' She need endorsements, them Porsche wings got her snorkelin' Fortunes, money spent, but it's bringin' more in Born in, if it ain't me, it ain't important [Chorus] I ain't got no fears of the top, heels on the blade Fingers full of rocks, drove a yacht through my wave When they shut down the Backpage Got that Cash App goin' brazy Work like a slave, pay your car notes and all Dress up for fame to compete with the stars It's a rat race Nigga, it's a rat race I ain't got no fears of the top, heels on the blade Fingers full of rocks, drove a yacht through my wave When they shut down the Backpage (Fuck it), got that Cash App goin' brazy Work like a slave, pay your car notes and all Dress up for fame to compete with the stars It's a rat race Nigga, it's a rat race I ain't got no fears of the top, heels on the blade Fingers full of rocks, drove a yacht through my wave When they shut down the Backpage Got that Cash App goin' brazy Work like a slave, pay your car notes and all Dress up for fame to compete with the stars It's a rat race Nigga, it's a rat race Got that Cash App goin' brazy