McD
Jflo
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Niggas wana run my race Better not run my lane I just my pace, blaze, don't call that Usain I got 99 problems, but I know I got game I know Mac like Donald's, n I know Mac like tray Niggas wana run my race Better not run my lane I just my pace, blaze, don't call that Usain I got 99 problems, but I know I got game I know Mac like Donald's, n I know Mac like tray Me n my niggas tryna jump the border, tryna see what's up in the land of promise It's tight knit like blood and water, you n your niggas like oil n water Me n my square, all is fair ', you n your circle cutting corners This my fam like mother father, this my fam like son n daughter None of our whips imported, that's coz we know what's important I heard you heard I was shook, y'all niggas must be misinformed Missing roofs, bonnet boots, glistening shoes on all your foreigns Me n my groupies jump in the hooptie, some of our whips got missing doors Who's a boss? , choose a sport, choose a court, you can start That's when we'll see who got balls, that's when we'll see who's in charge I give my kids food for thought, y'all niggas fight for a losing cause Don't be fooled by the new kid cool shit , you just proved your views are false Niggas wana run my race Better not run my lane I just my pace, blaze, don't call that Usain I got 99 problems, but I know I got game I know Mac like Donald's, n I know Mac like tray Niggas wana run my race Better not run my lane I just my pace, blaze, don't call that Usain I got 99 problems, but I know I got game I know Mac like Donald's, n I know Mac like tray Should I put down my sword, should I give up my cause Naw, coz all this weight on me, it made my shoulders broad I take a moment, pause, I sit alone in thought I give thanks to the Lord for the wins, but how do I process loss Everybody knows I'm gorgeous, I'm the only one not sure Everybody knows I'm the best in the game the I'm the only one that knows I'm more Shoulders cold as hell, frozen to the core I'm so close to hell, push me to the floor At a time in my life I'm not supposed to score, I got for more And the heart that I wear on my sleeve is haute couture, por favor That's that drip like Jack and Rose over board And day that I'm 1 to 4 on the billboard better not hold the applause Niggas wana run my race Better not run my lane I just my pace, blaze, don't call that Usain I got 99 problems, but I know I got game I know Mac like Donald's , n I know Mac like tray Niggas wana run my race Better not run my lane I just my pace, blaze, don't call that Usain I got 99 problems, but I know I got game I know Mac like Donald's, n I know Mac like tray
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