Al-Doms - RAT RACE
Ain’t it all, ‘bout the money, hoes and racks up in your safe?Niggas flawed, see you run it up and they jump in your way
Not at all, will I let these niggas keep up with my pace
After all, everybody tryna win this Rat Race
Ain’t it all, ‘bout the money, hoes and racks up in your safe?
Niggas flawed, see you run it up and they jump in your way
Not at all, will I let these niggas keep up with my pace
After all, everybody tryna win this Rat Race
See once upon a time
In a small city like mine (Norfolk)
It grew a little nigga, 16, 5’5 (Norfolk)
He had some hoop dreams but didn’t wanna be like Mike
‘Cause in the 75 we wanna ball like A.I
See lil bro knew that his dream wouldn’t survive
So he cooked him up a plan to get rich and stay alive
They practiced acrobatics, origami on the side
Flippin’ halfs to zips to pies
Stackin’ paper, payin’ tithes
The power came, bitches poppin’ pussy every night (Pussy)
The love came and niggas start to plot on your demise (You pussy)
See lil bro ain’t stupid
He know niggas want his prize
So he keep a stick strapped to his hip if niggas try to slide
Live by the gun, die by the same right?
‘Cause when you winnin’ in this race, somebody creepin’ up behind
In his whip, hit the fin for the combo wit fries
They caught him at the red light right on Tidewater Drive like
Ain’t it all, ‘bout the money, hoes and racks up in your safe?
Niggas flawed, see you run it up and they jump in your way
Not at all, will I let these niggas keep up with my pace
After all, everybody tryna win this Rat Race
Ain’t it all, ‘bout the money, hoes and racks up in your safe?
Niggas flawed, see you run it up and they jump in your way
Not at all, will I let these niggas keep up with my pace
After all, everybody tryna win this Rat Race
1, 2, 3 (Norfolk) 4, 5
Bullets leave ‘em baptized
And holy as hymns leakin’ from the skies
Another young nigga dies
Another krakkka tryna stigmatize (No excuse)
Only means to survive (Know the truth)
We don’t ever glorify
Only tellin’ why shame, pain and pride
Fill a nigga heart, bleed a nigga mind
Screechin’ from the tires, scary nigga drive
Paranoid and shit, fuckin’ up the vibe
LoadIn’ up the clip, fitna cinematize
How they shoot the scene, movies came alive
Speedin’ thru the lights like prisms
Fuck the red and blue lights, fuck prisons
All that’s on these niggas minds
Siren singing sins sweatin in his eyes, heart skippin’
(WHAT THE FUCK!)
Shit ill,
Police guns drawn ready to sketch an outline
Niggas get pealed
Like it’s legally prescribed, no refills
In this life it’s a Rat Race
Win or lose it’s a task ace
Behind every finish line only thing waitin’ for you is a trap mane!
Shit ill,
Police guns drawn ready to sketch an outline
Niggas get pealed
Like it’s legally prescribed, no refills
In this life it’s a Rat Race
Win or lose it’s a task ace
Behind every finish line only thing waitin’ for you is a trap mane!
Written by:
Inoran, Hideaki Ishi, Rodney Smith, Inoran Inoran
Publisher:
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