Pace

[Chorus]
Fairly hated
Motivated
Dirty looks and faces
Still seeking greatness
No reason
They still hating
We stay elated
Dream raking
The races racing
I’ll stay pacing

[Verse 1]
Ayy
Pockets of working been stacking for months
Don’t pass me a blunt, I’m sober instead
I could get it, smelling gas through the hallway
Get to plotting
The motive is bread
Ironically, rapping still give me the munchies
Stay hungry, that’s over they heads
Cold with the lead
Holding my head
Knowing I bleed
Going through nights where you hoping you dead
Only brought me to the omen ahead
I ain’t choosing between rope and a ledge
“You ain’t done yet”, Jehovah done said
I’m over the dread
And going for heads of demons
I’m eating a lot
They run with the skis
They scheming a lot
Advice is my itis
Ain’t leaving my spot
A lotta them faces gon smile at you
Just fitting the moment
No believing a fox
Grant told me that I already got it
Found the flow
Now develop the topics
The fun friends ain’t tell you "Go lock-in"
Ain’t have no option
Uh
The crib still empty
Seeing them take all the floors out felt like they peeling off memories
Y’all gon' begin to see all of this energy
We in the den, you can not intervene
I been on ten, going for twenty-three
I’m on the winning team, growing the rental fee
Always gone run it, forget all the penalties
Humble and everything til you forgetting me
Never been a stand-in
Stood tall for all the candids
Gave em all my damn gifts
Then found out they was bandits

[Chorus]
Fairly hated
Motivated
Dirty looks and faces
Still seeking greatness
No reason
They still hating
We stay elated
Dream raking
The races racing
I’ll stay pacing
Fairly hated
Motivated
Dirty looks and faces
Still seeking greatness
No reason
They still hating
We stay elated
Dream raking
The races racing
I’ll stay pacing

[Verse 2]
Pace yourself, it’ll pay off
You could die like Ray Charles
Or end up like you Adolf
Outside, it’s a hate off
Big tides, seeing wave offs
Y’all ain’t staying long
It fades soft
I’m running my own race
The bag ain’t finna chase y’all
It takes y’all too much to change
I rake off so I leaf the pain
You getting cut from the gains
Every game got a range
I speak change
Nothing making cents
Tryna blowup, make a muffin in the ditch
Head Russian, cold-blooded bliss
Sumthing, sumthing, I ain’t get to rushing it
Above the hits, beats getting lumps
I can’t eat the grits
It’s getting corny anyway
The antics messing with my covenant
Y’all can’t cover it
Get the looks from the bars or nothing
Full takes just to guard the punching
It’s all filler, thanksgiving stuffing
You crash the car then your honor toughens
Dealing with insurance made me smarten up with
The pulling off without looking in the lot
They don’t wanna hear bout a blind spot
Accountable, I’m gon define props
My brain holding bops
Sticking with the script while they going pop
I love when the opposition shocked
Never stop cuz I’m...

[Chorus]
Fairly hated
Motivated
Dirty looks and faces
Still seeking greatness
No reason
They still hating
We stay elated
Dream raking
The races racing
I’ll stay pacing