Nascar

Running on the beat like a track star Going high speed in a fast car Racing to the money like Nascar While you play a lil game in your backyard Running on the beat like a track star Going high speed in a fast car Racing to the money like Nascar While you play a lil game in your backyard Really do this shit, don't just act hard I'm a chef with it like Boyardee Sheesh At your door with a crowbar like I forgot my key Controller please Way I play this game they just NPC's No controlling me X, I jump on the beat Your crew to square, keep em from 'round me Money Trees as I reach my peak It's just looking green Like they envy me who's your enemy Is it me? Cause he's a friend of me And technically I mean I guess he's me Nobody cares what the f*ck that means Look I had to concentrate This ain't Minute Maid I procrastinate Till it's out of date Set my name like a save the date on your calendar Boy need a gun that can match his caliber Chosen one like I tote Excalibur Showed em how to learn Watch the hundreds burn Swear they'll never learn Until they in the dirt Blood is on my shirt I need to make it work Or I'll make it worse I smell rubber burn When I make a turn Running on the beat like a track star Track Star Fast Car Nascar Backyard Running on the beat like a track star Going high speed in a fast car Racing to the money like Nascar While you play a lil game in your backyard Running on the beat like a track star Going high speed in a fast car Racing to the money like Nascar While you play a lil game in your backyard They said to go fast so I'm pushing the gas Out past 11 and 12's on our ass Sunrise at 7 until then we toting the weapon Mirror's reflecting, I never look back Hop on a jet get jet lag Pushed through set backs, step back Tell me keep check of where my heads at Tap Tap knocking with a death trap I'm pushing the peddle, I never settle I pull the strings like I'm Gapetto I'm drinking, I'm smoking, I'm twisted like pretzel I'm thinking and choking on thoughts in my mental Baby this income will be my outcome Showed them where I'm from They still wanna play dumb Playing games like it's Xbox Live In a COD lobby back in '09 I know your soft ass wouldn't survive And this is real life, better luck next time I could walk a mile in your shoes, bet you couldn't walk in mine I like the way she move, Shit I'm boutta make her mine Running on the beat like a track star