RAT RACE
Al-doms
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Ain’t it all, ‘bout the money, hoes and racks up in your safe? Niggas flawed, see you run it up and they jump in your way Not at all, will I let these niggas keep up with my pace After all, everybody tryna win this Rat Race Ain’t it all, ‘bout the money, hoes and racks up in your safe? Niggas flawed, see you run it up and they jump in your way Not at all, will I let these niggas keep up with my pace After all, everybody tryna win this Rat Race See once upon a time In a small city like mine (Norfolk) It grew a little nigga, 16, 5’5 (Norfolk) He had some hoop dreams but didn’t wanna be like Mike ‘Cause in the 75 we wanna ball like A.I See lil bro knew that his dream wouldn’t survive So he cooked him up a plan to get rich and stay alive They practiced acrobatics, origami on the side Flippin’ halfs to zips to pies Stackin’ paper, payin’ tithes The power came, bitches poppin’ pussy every night (Pussy) The love came and niggas start to plot on your demise (You pussy) See lil bro ain’t stupid He know niggas want his prize So he keep a stick strapped to his hip if niggas try to slide Live by the gun, die by the same right? ‘Cause when you winnin’ in this race, somebody creepin’ up behind In his whip, hit the fin for the combo wit fries They caught him at the red light right on Tidewater Drive like Ain’t it all, ‘bout the money, hoes and racks up in your safe? Niggas flawed, see you run it up and they jump in your way Not at all, will I let these niggas keep up with my pace After all, everybody tryna win this Rat Race Ain’t it all, ‘bout the money, hoes and racks up in your safe? Niggas flawed, see you run it up and they jump in your way Not at all, will I let these niggas keep up with my pace After all, everybody tryna win this Rat Race 1, 2, 3 (Norfolk) 4, 5 Bullets leave ‘em baptized And holy as hymns leakin’ from the skies Another young nigga dies Another krakkka tryna stigmatize (No excuse) Only means to survive (Know the truth) We don’t ever glorify Only tellin’ why shame, pain and pride Fill a nigga heart, bleed a nigga mind Screechin’ from the tires, scary nigga drive Paranoid and shit, fuckin’ up the vibe LoadIn’ up the clip, fitna cinematize How they shoot the scene, movies came alive Speedin’ thru the lights like prisms F*ck the red and blue lights, f*ck prisons All that’s on these niggas minds Siren singing sins sweatin in his eyes, heart skippin’ (WHAT THE F*CK!) Shit ill, Police guns drawn ready to sketch an outline Niggas get pealed Like it’s legally prescribed, no refills In this life it’s a Rat Race Win or lose it’s a task ace Behind every finish line only thing waitin’ for you is a trap mane! Shit ill, Police guns drawn ready to sketch an outline Niggas get pealed Like it’s legally prescribed, no refills In this life it’s a Rat Race Win or lose it’s a task ace Behind every finish line only thing waitin’ for you is a trap mane!
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Written by: Inoran, Hideaki Ishi, Rodney Smith, Inoran Inoran
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