Rat Race!

[Verse 1: Darion Harris]
Swear y'all love God, but put the sus in Jesus
They in lines, to switch up on niggas like Addidas
Genesis to this shit, better call me Remus
Touch grass broke niggas, why you move so treeless?
Move more desperate than them overdue leases
Yeah, I'm Lord of land, lemme show you what them is keys is
DJ envy, that type facetious
Southern girls always down just to show me them peaches
Resses pieces, sweeter than the love Venus
But I'm still egregious, nigga
Dumb niggas still asking me what a niche is
And I tell 'em that I do what I want, nigga

[Hook: Darion Harris]
I'm the M-A-N, in the streets
I'm the G-O-D, yeah, to me
Yeah, I do what what I want to be free
Rat race got niggas obsessed with fucking cheese

[Verse 2: jev.]
Who would have thought
A nigga made it with no applause
Got distant relatives a nigga owe a call
Or maybe vice vers
Keep it 2 50's
Oh he that fashion motherfucker with the Gucci frames, uh
Grew up, never needed validation
23, living like I fucking made it
Y'all going platinum and gold, I go vibranium hoe
Shit is alien, hoe, we filling stadiums, hoe
You ain't real as they come, but you real when you come
Stay cool, diamonds on they chris breezy
White boy money, know I make a G eazy
My feelings doing cartwheels, entangled, I'm feeling like Will
See first thing first, R.I.P. to Uncle Phil
R.I.P. to my pops, some shit a nigga feel
Wonder if his proud, man, how that nigga feel
Fuck this rap shit, never let a nigga live

[Verse 3: Darion Harris]
They live and they die by the hook they rap fishing
Yet they worried the fashion is
Can you please Reel it in, Mr. John Wilson
Boy you get ain’t no play, had to teach you what the condom is

[Hook: Darion Harris]
I'm the M-A-N, in the streets
I'm the G-O-D, yeah, to me
Yeah, I do what what I want to be free
Rat race got niggas obsessed with fucking cheese