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then spend it and I make it right back
Don't ask me how I get it I don't know if you a rat
They thinkin' I'm behind but I'm doing laps
At my own pace, I

in a fast pace
I double lap any wack lame in Last place
As for my at name
On Instagram
Sneak diss me in a post again
I’ll roast you like I roasted them

for some change, where it start at 
Got a vision of utopia I'm past that, I guess a flashback 
Will paint a picture that's so vivid, I'm a run laps

gave up the chase
But real lies made me doubt before I embraced
Now hold tight because I'm about to pick up the pace
And run laps around y'all

Hardly known, now you catchin' a court case?
I'm Smarty Jones at the horse race
Look, you gotta find that horse pace
Wait, last lap, go to first from

at my own pace
I run Laps when I'm steady I make my own race
And I'm almost at the finish line
Feel like I'm approaching a wall
And imma hit it no time

it Ain't gon' stop today
I just need some time with you
Life been
I need more than 24 hours in a day
Running out of time and the clock set the pace

without the shakes
Wisdom, no rookie mistakes
Setting the pace
The first lap of the first race

So I guess you gotta take your lumps
Stand on a bridge,

can race now, yeah
I don't want that shit, that shit is laced now (Ou)
Can't compete with me in this pace now
I lap around you, this a race now
(Yeah,

Feeling like a tortoise and I'm running in a rat race
Lap one, lap two, lap three, more pace
I can't hear you talk all the way, you in last place
Closed

on my line
I’m connecting payments
Steady pace with this grind
Lap you niggas chasing
Take your dream and paper
Start the defacting
Do your job that’s how

bag I know that they see
Look at the score
Never went back
Traded the real
We never did that 
Smith avenue 
Now we on the map
They set the pace but we

done walked too many laps
Better pace yourself
Feel the hot when I leave the mic
Burned to hell yeah

Up, yeah I'm just waking up
Up, yeah I'm just

rest in peace tho to nip the great
Life is just a game of chess we gon win the race pick up your pace
Now sprinting doing laps used to be in last, leave

me run wild - put the tracks on em
Niggas hit sprints, they don't last long
Let a bitch trip, imma pass on
Run the pace up, put the lap on em
Everybody

open-handed
Guess that's why my nose so sandy
I seen you like this a week ago
You still rerun laps, losin pace you know
I owed D a new track
Al Pacino gold

working tryna stack papes my back aches
No more mr nice guy he's in last place
Moving at a fast pace on the final lap don't know if is This my last race I

like my Hennessy straight up
Dressed in all black like I'm Vader
Here come Jack running back from the Raiders
On the track, I run laps like a pace car

Like no capp

Run a race 
In a lap
Got no pace 
So I snapped

Need some water
Grab the tap
If you know me
You get a dapp 

I be on the land 
Spin

in your side

Even if you could manage
To slow time down to a snail's pace
It would still run laps around you

Like a beast, he gnaws on the bones

took off and lost pace 
And let them niggas lap me 
Mad cause I'm up if I was down you'll be happy
Tell me to keep my head up and try to dap me 
I can't

an old n**** skills
That's real

Doing laps as I pace
Only thing you feen is the chase, why you everything but my ace
Said it clear but it doesn't

this game, and I came a bit different
I got the crowd cheerin, cut tape when I finish
I need me a ribbon first place, when I finish
Yea I'm bout to lap

Fighting my way to love till ma line go flat
Moving in fast pace like it's my last lap
The world is aligned from my soul to my mind
Knowing you embody all