Track Star (Remix)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye

She's a runner, she's a track star
She gon' run away, when it gets hard
She gon' lose her way if it gets dark
Baby, I am the light like it's Pixar
One thing about life is that it hits hard
But don't go down without a fight, keep yo' fists balled
When I think about that shit, it make my skin crawl
Sleepin' in a bedroom with a brick wall
Aye
I'ma get mine, nigga, get y'all's
I'm gettin' better every time, I don't trip, dawg
I know this shit a marathon, shout to Crenshaw
Feel like I'm agin' like LeBron, shout to Rich Paul
And keep my business out that strip mall
Gave that bitch a map, told her, "Get lost"
You know it ain't nothin' to cut that bitch off
I don't even think about that bitch, dawg
I went in my memory bank and made a withdrawal
Out here playin' games with my heart, you know that shit cost
And I want a arm and a leg, lil' bitch, I'm Jigsaw
I can't wait on karma, that's dead, I need revenge, dawg
Can't believe I thought she was dope, lil' bitch is fentanyl
Speakin' of dope, it's cocaine in my pen, dawg
Every bar be, boy, could make a Ken doll
Give it time
She a runner, she a track star with it, slime
But she don't get no medal when she finished lyin'
And we at war, but ain't no medals when my niggas dyin'
Know I want that deal, but I'll feel better if my nigga sign
Seem like niggas sign just as long as they leave him behind
And if that's a sign, then tell God I need a bigger sign
Ridin' for my niggas from the start, that's on Maya
Real love ain't no game, my heart's no liar
Still love my old flame, my heart's on fire
Damn, my heart's on-, uh
And she love it how I satisfy her
Rest when I'm rich, what they need? This just the appetizer
Pump it like a machine, I come with rapid fire
Don't keep cryin' while we smokin', baby, pass the fire
Hah
I ain't even smokin', but I can supply ya
And if it's smoke, know that blicky matchin' black attire
And it's quiet, new suppressor, automatic fire
Pew-pew-pew-pew — like I had a choir
Church
I came up 'round the 'trap or die-ers'
I don't cap, I only rap 'bout what I have required
I'm the truth, this lil' bitch just wanna catch a liar
Want a bitch on my back, then I'll tat Mariah
Hey
I know I ain't right, but I ain't never wrong
Never switchin' up, so if we rockin', then it's set in stone
I be right back, like I was never gone
Headed to the money, or I'm headed home
You can understand it or get left alone
Wish I'd never known
She a runner, she a track star
Lil' bitch startin' to act so funny, I could laugh hard
She said, "You look like a cheater," I'm a jaguar
I pull up at her spot, and make that cat roar
Not concerned what they sayin' on no apps, sorry
Tell Lil Aaryn and Lil Cheekis I'm a rap star
I can't front, puttin' yo' city on yo' back hard
So 'fore they stabbed me, my back already had scars
Spin again for them niggas that wanna act hard
Tinted look like ain't no windows on that black car
How I'm feelin', bitch, I wouldn't spare a flat tire
'Til I'm buyin' spades in the club with a black card
That arch that you do, baby, that's art
Used to ride me 'til I'd bust, when I would catch TARC
Yeah, the way I strike that box, make a match spark
Lifeguard, turn that pussy to a splash park
Know how I do-do-do-do — Dad shark
Youngin' when I rap about the bad part
I'm just lettin' you know it wasn't the last part
Track star, got off to a bad start
Street lights on 'cause my past dark
Gave my heart away, when they ain't have heart
Headed to the blues, you could ask Marge
Daddy got dough, you could ask Bart
Niggas musta came up on a gas card
You know I'm the coldest if you half-smart
You know I'm the coldest if you half-smart

[Outro]
Tayk
Hah, Tayk-T