Racing

Vince Vaughn
"Come on player stop hating...Stop hating
Start participating star
Come on, twinkle twinkle, Baby
Twinkle twinkle."

VerySpecialEd
[intro]
Pick up the pace...
Pick up the pace...
Pick up the pace...
Pick up the pace...
Pick up the pace...
Pick up the pace...

[VERSE 1}
Switching up lanes
Pumping the breaks...No hesitate
I carry the weight. Came outta body like covered in BAPE
Fuck what you think, I'm living late
Carrying weight, so I'm veteran shape
I'm entertained by money, they come in and extorting the bank
Counting OKs I feel like I'm GREAT
I learned a few ways to get to the money when I was just 8
Started off early, you started off late
Came from the mud so I'm hitting the shhh....
Don't fuck with six, fuck with the taste
I fuck with you bitch, she fuck with my name
Fuck with the tunes, fuck with the _______
(going insane yeah!)

Your babygirl, she my new freak
Owning it all, don't need no lease. Rolling it all where I store my Keef
They don't want talk, they don't want beef
I just realized this ain't my peak, dripping her drawers
She wet like sinks, fur shaved off no need for a mink
Buying it all, no need for receipts
Crack on the feet, hitting homeruns I feel like Sosa before the bleach
Who the fuck wanna run with us? We dem ones
G that's one
When I'm on the road...gotta protect...

"They talking crazy about you."
"Brother Brother...Who cares? Who cares, Brother? Who cares, Brother? Who cares? Today, today. Today - SMASH. Today, no brothers. No teammates. Me...This? Finished."

Pick up the pace...

(YKWADE)
[VERSE 2]
Through all of this pain, I offered a lane
We seeking forgiveness
But what did you offer?
Subliminal messages, instead of my name +
My mf mission...
You can't see the difference?
We playing this game, the sky is the limit
The energy different, this shit it gets sticky
This shit it gets wicked
That fuck what you talking, we live it...
I ride with da gang....
Just Put in some inches..
Inside of lil misses..
Got the game in a chokehold...
It's in a submission...

(natedady)
[VERSE 3]
Pick up the pace
Real Bosses done entered the race...
Running laps and talking shit To your face
Hit up a nice girl She lovin' the way
I navigate her space
Intergalactic
She riding my rocket ship
She love the escape…

Speed of light running next to me
Stepping heavy with some heavy hitters stepping next to me, preaching peace in the streets
Hypocrite, cause I got some demons standing next to me
Not everybody can get next to me
Not sure if a rapper can claim that they better than me
Tell you straight up cause I’m not feeling clever my G…

The common denominator helps me understand, who doesn’t belong in my plans
A verse of mine is worth a quarter million
A verse from Wade is worth 2 hundred thou
Special Ed could charge 300k for the beat alone
The verse with it has to be half a ticket…
Half a million…pick up the pace…
We entered the race….we don’t do the same…stay in your lane…
Couple of dogs with me…they acting deranged…