Racin'

Uhh, Racin', Racin', Racin', Racin', Racin'
K-A-Z-A-N, I'm from ATL
Some niggas that wanna be rich
Ain't got what it takes to make sure they do it the right way
I can't even feel my face,
Pushing it crazy, leaving my class likes it's Friday
Smash on da gas, no brakes
I'm on the chase, I want it all like a Buffett
Y'all niggas Dont got plates, damn that's crazy
I'm on a race to billie
Uh, She see it all in my face, I'm a real nigga
Others cant fuck wit the paste
They know I been singing since 3,
I been rapping since 5
I been writing since 8,
I want a tropic escape, with a beautiful view
Know I gotta be great
If I want a bag today,
Straight to the cake I gotta race
Racin',
racin', racin', racin'
I do the dash feel amazing
I press the gas I racin'
I hear the luh niggas mumbling grumbling
When I walk past they be hating
And I'm still
Racin' ,
Spin the wheel
Racin'
Damn near lost my mind a benz, pushing 150 again, I'm gone with the wind
She said I was eyeing her friend well dammit, she hot as a pan
I'm high Peter Pan, I know i can fly to Japan, and
Go see my brother jaman we'll kick it again like it was 2010, putting smash bros on again
At like 4 am
I had the flavor way before I tasted
Niggas was hating, way before I made it
I heard them talking bout who the greatest
I did a cough cough, no contagious
But now I get head whenever I wanna
She top it off no decapitation,
See I'm the mans ,
(Flow) Ian talking bout health
But I gotta magazine by my bracelet
You not on my mind, ian stressin
If I curse once a month then you tired of the blessings
You wanna argue won't listen
If I'm in detention I'm tired of the lessons
Fuck all ya love ian dissing if love come up missing You Wylin wit questions like
Why do you keep on bitching?
And what tf I did to you made you wreckless?
Uh, She see it all in my face, I'm a real nigga
Others cant fuck wit the paste (nah)
They know I been singing since 3,
I been rapping since 5
I been writing since 8, (awww)
I want a tropic escape, with a beautiful view
Know I gotta be great (great)
So I want a bag today,
I go Straight to the cake I gotta race
Racin', racin', racin', racin'
I do the dash feel amazing
I press the gas I be racing
I hear the luh niggas mumbling grumbling
When I walk past they be hating
And I'm still
Racin'
Spin the wheel
Racin'
Racin', Racin', Racin',
I was down bad, days after days
Now I want the bag a million ways
Racin',
Racin', Racin', Racin',
I wasn't shore, didn't have a wave
(Flow) race to the bag, cuz I can't be late
Racin',
Racin', Racin', Racin',
Racin', Racin', Racin',
Racin', Uh Uhhh, Racin'
Racin', Uh Uhh, Racin'
Uhh, Uhh, Uhh-Uh
Uhhhhh