Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rat Race , by - RJmrLA. Release date: 08.08.2019
Song language: English
Rat Race |
| Yeah |
| (Got that petrol) |
| Nigga |
| (Yeah, yeah) |
| Back to makin' this classic shit, you know what I’m sayin'? |
| I ain’t got no fears of the top |
| Heels on a blade, fingers full of rocks |
| Drove a yacht through my wave |
| When they shut down the Backpage (Fuck it) |
| Got that Cash App goin' brazy |
| Work like a slave pay your car notes and all |
| Dress up for fame to compete with the stars |
| It’s a rat race (Nigga, it’s a rat race) |
| Nigga, I’m what this hustlin' made me |
| The real ones out my circle shape me |
| Even when her feelings hurt, she pay me |
| I’m not perfect baby |
| All them niggas in that hearse they hate me |
| Dig my real ones out the earth, don’t thank me |
| Fremont raised me |
| It catted off and my dog caught rabies |
| And my catalog is all that HD |
| Don’t make me wait, please |
| Take too long? |
| That’s late fees |
| I break red-bones you break even |
| On God and demons |
| When I kneel and pray up to the skies |
| Am I quoting holy scripts or is it lies? |
| Who decides who live or dies? |
| Know my co-defendant won’t get no surprise |
| Take mines and put his off to the side |
| Let my middle finger rise high, I be outside if I want to |
| Send a addy, on God, I’ma rush through |
| I stop niggas, finna slide on that one fool |
| Niggas swallowing they pride like it’s lunch food |
| Ooh, I pull up and you hide, you a chump-chump-chump |
| And that nigga ain’t alive if he riding in my trunk |
| Trumped up charges on my dog an' 'em |
| Flights out of Boston eating frog limbs |
| Blue face, pink face, gettin' all 'em |
| When I had the heat case, couldn’t call them |
| Orange 10s in a sports Benz, ain’t no Porsches |
| Top drop on the 110, it’s like it’s morphin' |
| Scorchin', southeast, Orleans & York an' |
| She need endorsements |
| Them Porsche wings got her snorkelin' |
| Fortunes, money spent but it’s bringing more in |
| Born in, if it ain’t me, it ain’t important |
| I ain’t got no fears of the top |
| Heels on a blade, fingers full of rocks |
| Drove a yacht through my wave |
| When they shut down the Backpage |
| Got that Cash App goin' brazy |
| Work like a slave pay your car notes and all |
| Dress up for fame to compete with the stars |
| It’s a rat race (Nigga, it’s a rat race) |
| I ain’t got no fears of the top |
| Heels on a blade, fingers full of rocks |
| Drove a yacht through my wave |
| When they shut down the Backpage (Fuck it) |
| Got that Cash App goin' brazy |
| Work like a slave pay your car notes and all |
| Dress up for fame to compete with the stars |
| It’s a rat race (Nigga, it’s a rat race) |
| I ain’t got no fears of the top |
| Heels on a blade, fingers full of rocks |
| Drove a yacht through my wave |
| When they shut down the Backpage |
| Got that Cash App goin' brazy |
| Work like a slave pay your car notes and all |
| Dress up for fame to compete with the stars |
| It’s a rat race (Nigga, it’s a rat race) |
| Got that Cash App goin' brazy |