Off To The Race

Hook

Those that are starvin will eat from your plate, streets nor the bank with your money is safe/

Ballin to win, and yall playin to play, thats were they stupid, they think its a game/

Stand and believe on your 10 everyday, speak to existence and that is the fate/

Came from the bottom and didn't complain, doin the dash now its off to the race/

We tell the time and thats not with patek, know by the commas that run through the check/

Carry the money with bulletproof vests, taking no chances we gotta protеct/

Land and foundation we built from the sweat, city of champs prеpared to get swept/

Scorin to win with a captial W, 23rd letter we bred from the west/

Verse 1

Give you the game we are willing and able, bring us the paper we got you on staples/

We do no mustang our shooters a stallion, plenty of horses that live in the stables/

Say they connected, why they unstable, true to thyself, so we see thru the fables/

Jockin our style, and playin it back, but they leavin them scratches when turnin the tables/

Hook

Those that are starvin will eat from your plate, streets nor the bank with your money is safe/

Ballin to win, and yall playin to play, thats were they stupid, they think its a game/

Stand and believe on your 10 everyday, speak to existence and that is the fate/

Came from the bottom and didn't complain, doin the dash now its off to the race/

We tell the time and thats not with patek, know by the commas that run through the check/

Carry the money with bulletproof vests, taking no chances we gotta protect/

Land and foundation we built from the sweat, city of champs prepared to get swept/

Scorin to win with a captial W, 23rd letter we bred from the west/

Verse 2

Takin the shots, one hundred percent, havin the scope and its paired with a beam/

Takin the shots, ain't passin it up, but we will alley oop it to the team/

Ready for war, we ain't no punks, 12 on the clock when we spray from the pump/

Look at what eve came and did to her man, how did it Adam make it out with no jump/

Hook

Those that are starvin will eat from your plate, streets nor the bank with your money is safe/

Ballin to win, and yall playin to play, thats were they stupid, they think its a game/

Stand and believe on your 10 everyday, speak to existence and that is the fate/

Came from the bottom and didn't complain, doin the dash now its off to the race/

We tell the time and thats not with patek, know by the commas that run through the check/

Carry the money with bulletproof vests, taking no chances we gotta protect/

Land and foundation we built from the sweat, city of champs prepared to get swept/

Scorin to win with a captial W, 23rd letter we bred from the west/