Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Race , by - Wiz Khalifa. Release date: 25.03.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Race |
| The world turning, the weed burning |
| Them haters talking, I keep earning |
| Know some will say that lifes a bitch |
| Well I’ma flirtin and f-ck that bitch for the money and louie v purchases |
| Old folks jock my car cause they know just what this is N-ggas felxin’hard with no bars, they got weak service |
| Keep verses, mortal kombat |
| Look at my ring, if I aint ballin’then what you call that |
| Nothing but net and back cause I never left |
| I did everything right n-gga better yet |
| Rolling bomb for the n-ggas that’s around us Something like a contractor built it from the ground up Now just |
| Twist up this weed |
| Realise that you are in the presence of a g Don’t f-ck up my paper meaning my cheese |
| Or the ones I use to roll up my trees |
| F-ck it, you know what I mean |
| I’m riding round, smoking, good music aloud |
| Gotta do my thing, no disrespect to the n-ggas before me Some smile up in your face but then they on the low |
| Now I just stunt on my own |
| Now I just stunt on my own |
| I’m in a race, and taking the winners place |
| No foot on the brakes |
| One the best, homie that’s what they call me It’s lonely at the top, got no company so Now I just stunt on my own |
| Now I just stunt on my own |
| See me, when I’m alone, wishing they could f-ck with me My ex calling my phone, wishing she could stunt with me But I’m just riding dog, doing a buck fifty |
| Stunting like jet li, boat houses and jet ski’s |
| Thirty on the flight, ice like the gretsky’s |
| My dime piece only recognise the best tree’s |
| Treat 'em like I don’t need 'em boy, you best believe |
| You in her face, I let her breath |
| From debated on, to waited on From hated on, to the n-gga they put cake up on Cause we are, young movie stars |
| Cause we are, young movie stars |
| (Ooooooh, oooh, ooo-oo-oooooh) |
| (Ooooooh, oooh, ooo-oo-oooooh) |
| (Ooooooh, oooh, ooo-oo-oooooh) |
| O-ooo-oh, now I just stunt on my own |
| Bitches aint say shit to me but now they won’t leave me alone |
| Used to walk the other way |
| But now they all come to my home |
| And they calling my phone, cause my paper is looong |
| Nothing, they aint singing my song |
| Get fired up, if they want than I bring them along |
| We flying up, now you want me to take it all off |
| Want me to take it all off |
| Tell a bitch I’ma ball and I’ma buy a new crib for my n-ggas n all |
| Cause I remember days we’d sit and picture it all |
| N-gga swear I’d leave or pictured I’d fall |
| Counting reasons why they hate, your bitch think I’m a star |
| Cause we are, young, gifted, not to mention out here making muthaf-cking |
| millions |
| Yeah, I said it, muthaf-cking millions |
| Got my money up, I’m in the building |