Songtext Rat race Rjmrla

Rat race

I ain't got no fears of the top
Heels on the blade
Fingers full of rocks
[?] my wave
When they shut down the [?] (Fuck it)
Got that cash out, goin’ braze
Work like a slave [?] car [?]
Dress up [?] to compete with the stars
It's a rat race (Nigga, it's a rat race)

Nigga, [?] hustling 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 and it hurts, they hate me
Dig my real ones out the earth, don't thank me
[?] raised me
[?] and my dog caught rabies
And my catalogue is all that HD
Don't make me wait please
Take too long? That's late fees
I break redbone's you break E
On God and demons
When I kneel and pray up to the stars
Am I quoting holy scripts or is it lies?
Who decides who lives or dies?
Know my co-defendant won't get no surprise
Take mines and put his onto the side
Let my middle finger rise high
I be outside if I want to
Send a addy, on God, I'ma rush through
I stop niggas, finna slide on that one fool
Niggas swallowing their pride like it's lunch food
Ooh, I pull up and you hide, you a chop chop chop
And that nigga ain’t alive if he riding in my trunk
Drugged up charges on my [?]
Flights out of Boston eating frog man
Blue face, pink face, get ’em all in
When I had the heat case, couldn't call them
[?] in a sports Benz, ain’t no Porsches
Top drop, on him once [?] like it's morphing
Scorching, South East, Orleans and York-in
She need endorsements
Them Porsche wings got [?]
Fortunes, money spent but it's bringing more in
Pouring in, if it ain't me, it ain’t important

I ain't got no fears of the top
Heels on the blade
Fingers full of rocks
[?] my wave
When they shut down the [?]
Got that cash out, goin' braze
Work like a slave [?] car [?]
Dress up [?] 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
[?] my wave
When they shut down the [?]
Got that cash out, goin' braze
Work like a slave [?] car [?]
Dress up [?] 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
[?] my wave
When they shut down the [?]
Got that cash out, goin' braze
Work like a slave [?] car [?]
Dress up [?] to compete with the stars
It's a rat race (Nigga, it's a rat race)

Got that cash out, goin' braze