McD

[Hook]
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

[Verse 1]
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

[Hook]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Hook]
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