Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rat Race, artist - RJmrLA.
Date of issue: 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 |