Race
Race

Sakeller J - Race Lyrics

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Race Lyrics

(It’s a race it’s a race)
(JvstNice on the beat ya dig me)
(LuvDaTeam in the building)
Imma make sure **** feel that pressure
Smoke it all down we don’t keep no extra
Might text back just to make her feel special
Only get a chance with me if I let her
Keep my shit tucked I ain’t really tryna fight
Hating ass peon wanna take my life
4 of that purp imma mix that sprite
Almost died this time I might
Still rock Js **** these here retros
Brand new coupe I ain’t using no metro
Want to act tough want smoke we let go
Still the same kid on the strip from the get go
Most my hoes come with new money
I might laugh but ain’t shit funny
**** buzz like bees when I drip like honey
She begging for the D like my name sunny
I don’t like Snapchat too many hoes
Most these bitches done fucked my bros
Most these rappers done broke their code
Get a little change **** selling their soul
Bank just called I’m approved for a loan
Real estate moves I’m tryna put on
Bought a new chain piss yellow for the gold
Like it bust down I’m covered in stones
Shots to head man I need help
Fifth of the Henny I’ll drink it myself
And I know this shit bad for my health
But it keep me in line for the wealth
Shawty text back said I’m not myself
Main bitch called told me I need help
Fuck fake **** I need more wealth
Shooters on low gonna creep in the stealth
Phone still off gotta switch that number
Bitches on IG sucking cucumbers
Can’t have daughters man I can’t fumble
**** want beef? ok let’s rumble
Ain’t been smoking I’m high off life
Might forgive don’t cross me twice
Next time might just cost ya life
Brand new bitch she just my type
I take my bitch shopping twice a week
I put new Alexander’s on her feet
I just made 8 racks in the street
***** want to act tough? We gon see
Man these **** food to me on me
Shawty play your role keep it lowkey
Told my whole squad we gon eat
Haters drop an addy where we gon meet?
Location off can’t see where I’m at
Probably still trippin she ain’t get a text back
Communication’s key it’s just something I lack
Had to put the whole squad on my back
Fuck her from the back imma pull out her tracks
Hit her best friend **** saying relax
Contract good imma sign for the max
**** need pounds? Fuck him I tax
I’m too drunk can’t feel my face
Rat ass **** want to take my place
No fake shit they can’t relate
Get exposed **** showing their hate
Glock 9 tucked I ain’t seeing no gates
Time gon show who’s real and who’s fake
Pray for the day I meet my fate
Life ain’t a game this shit is a race

(It’s a race it’s a race)
(JvstNice on the beat ya dig me)
(LuvDaTeam in the building)
Imma make sure **** feel that pressure
Smoke it all down we don’t keep no extra
Might text back just to make her feel special
Only get a chance with me if I let her
Keep my shit tucked I ain’t really tryna fight
Hating ass peon wanna take my life
4 of that purp imma mix that sprite
Almost died this time I might
Still rock Js **** these here retros
Brand new coupe I ain’t using no metro
Want to act tough want smoke we let go
Still the same kid on the strip from the get go
Most my hoes come with new money
I might laugh but ain’t shit funny
**** buzz like bees when I drip like honey
She begging for the D like my name sunny
I don’t like Snapchat too many hoes
Most these bitches done fucked my bros
Most these rappers done broke their code
Get a little change **** selling their soul
Bank just called I’m approved for a loan
Real estate moves I’m tryna put on
Bought a new chain piss yellow for the gold
Like it bust down I’m covered in stones
Shots to head man I need help
Fifth of the Henny I’ll drink it myself
And I know this shit bad for my health
But it keep me in line for the wealth
Shawty text back said I’m not myself
Main bitch called told me I need help
Fuck fake **** I need more wealth
Shooters on low gonna creep in the stealth
Phone still off gotta switch that number
Bitches on IG sucking cucumbers
Can’t have daughters man I can’t fumble
**** want beef? ok let’s rumble
Ain’t been smoking I’m high off life
Might forgive don’t cross me twice
Next time might just cost ya life
Brand new bitch she just my type
I take my bitch shopping twice a week
I put new Alexander’s on her feet
I just made 8 racks in the street
***** want to act tough? We gon see
Man these **** food to me on me
Shawty play your role keep it lowkey
Told my whole squad we gon eat
Haters drop an addy where we gon meet?
Location off can’t see where I’m at
Probably still trippin she ain’t get a text back
Communication’s key it’s just something I lack
Had to put the whole squad on my back
Fuck her from the back imma pull out her tracks
Hit her best friend **** saying relax
Contract good imma sign for the max
**** need pounds? Fuck him I tax
I’m too drunk can’t feel my face
Rat ass **** want to take my place
No fake shit they can’t relate
Get exposed **** showing their hate
Glock 9 tucked I ain’t seeing no gates
Time gon show who’s real and who’s fake
Pray for the day I meet my fate
Life ain’t a game this shit is a race

Writer(s): Sakille Foster
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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