The Race (Remix)

[Intro]
Aye lil' bitch, hahaha

[Verse]
Bitch I'm from a warzone, don't get close, might get killed in there
Miss my fallen soldiers, heartbreak what I had to feel in there
Them magazines ain't got no pages, hollow tips was filled in there
Shots coming from e'rywhere, you might need a shield in there
This hot car ain't for joyriding, we really do drills in there
What's in that trunk'll barbecue a nigga like a grill in there
Foenem steady swerving, riding dirty like a millionaire
Them hood hoes ain't shit, if I was broke, you think they still would care?
Need a bitch from overseas, that's really her Brazilian hair
Get that bag and stack it, I got plans to be a billionaire
Feeling like Chef Ramsey, hit the kitchen, show my skills in there
Bricks all through the trap house, they like, "What he trying to build in there?"
The county just another stadium 'cause it's a field in there
So I'm screaming free Mike Durb 'cause I know it get real in there
Feel like I'm the hottest, let's be honest, bitch who cold as me?
Lil G'll do it, so you know why I keep bro with me
I give him that fan, he flip that switch, bitch he gone blow for me
All them killers ready so just watch how you approaching me
ODA my team, I set it up, I bet they score for me
And we drop the rakes, we GDK. that's how it's 'posed to be
Lil' bitch hit my line like, "Yeah, I love how you was stroking me"
I told her I ain't cuffing though, you gon' have to get over me
I'm balling like I'm Ed, bitch but ain't no nigga coaching me
Only fuck with money getters, you niggas look broke to me
Cous-o like to run it up, that's why I keep 2-4 with me
Took off on my way about that time to make 'em notice me
Tell the gang, gather 'round that table, make a toast with me
Once you see a meal, ain't yo' whole team supposed to eat?
Lil Blast, he be on it out there posted with a pipe or two
Scope on that G22, don't make the gang come sniper you
Put him on his shit, we had to change him like that diaper new
TTG be bugging man, my niggas ain't gone fight with you
Handguns cool but I like choppers like a biker crew
I'm from 1300, bitch getting money what we like to do
'Member grandma told me, "Grandbaby, go be a star for me"
I'm just dream-chasing, trying to run away from poverty
I know what I'm going for, them obstacles don't bother me
Get rich, buy a couple buildings, welcome to the Bartlett Suites
Got it on my own 'cause I couldn't let a nigga father me
Learned I had to listen, close my mouth and let them dollars speak
Filming while we fucking, we link up and make pornography
She know that I'm banded so she just gon' play her part with me
Hoes know I ain't shit, Boonk Gang a bitch, don't give yo' heart to me (Hahaha)
Haters turned to fans, we still ain't friends, no you can't rock with me
Bitch you shouldn't of never doubted me, fuck yo' apology
Shouldn't of left me hanging me now you just another opp to me
Speaking for the streets, saying I'm thugging, that's that 'Pac in me
Bitch I'm taking off, so it's a fee if you want bars from me
Kill a nigga on the feature, no one can go hard as me
Used to be so far behind, done passed 'em up like pardon me