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 f*ck 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 F*ck 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 f*ck 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