The Race lyrics

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
The World turning, the weed burning
Them haters talking, I keep earning
Know some will say that lifes a bitch
Well IÂ’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 felxinÂ’ hard with no bars, they got weak servants
Keep verses, Mortal Kombat
Look at my ring, if I aint ballinÂ’ then what you call that
Nothing but neck and back cause I never left
I did everything right n-gga better yet
Rolling bomb for the n-ggas thats around us
Something like a contractor building from the ground up
Now just
Twist up this weed
Realise that you are in the presence of a G
DonÂ’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

[Chorus]
IÂ’m riding round, smoking, good music aloud
Kinda do my thing, no disrespect to the n-ggas before me
Some smile up in your face but then they donÂ’t on the low
Now I just stunt on my own
Now I just stunt on my own

IÂ’m in a race, and taking the winners place
No foot on the brakes
one the best, homie thats what they call me
ItÂ’s lonely at the top, got no company so
Now I just stunt on my own
Now I just stunt on my own

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 2]
See me, when IÂ’m alone, wishing they could f-ck with me
My ex calling my phone, wishing she could stunt with me
But IÂ’m just riding dog, doing a buck fifty
Stunting like Jet Li, boat houses and Jet SkiÂ’s
Thirty on the flight, ice like the GretskyÂ’s
My dime piece only recognise the best treeÂ’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

[Chorus]

(Ooooooh, oooh, ooo-oo-oooooh)
(Ooooooh, oooh, ooo-oo-oooooh)
(Ooooooh, oooh, ooo-oo-oooooh)

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 3]
O-ooo-oh, now I just stunt on my own
Bitches aint say shit to me but now they wonÂ’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 was looong
Nothing, they aint singing my song
Get hired 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 IÂ’ma ball and IÂ’ma buy a new crib for my n-ggas n all
Cause I remember days weÂ’d sit and picture it all
N-gga swear IÂ’d leave or pictured IÂ’d fall
Counting reasons why they hate, your bitch think IÂ’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, IÂ’m in the building

[Chorus]




Thanks to jj.