Rat Race

Album: Uncomfortable (2015)
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  • Tell 'em we don't wanna play, yeah, yeah
    We're so okay with last place
    We already won the game, yeah, yeah
    No, we won't run your rat race

    This is so disrespectful
    I'm sorry that I didn't do it sooner
    They talkin' that manure
    Snakes comin' for my head, that's Medusa
    But watch how I maneuver
    I ain't fly, man, I'm lunar
    I got no time for high opinions with them low commitments
    I hear that chatter from a distance, I don't ever listen
    'Cause art critics just artists that never made it
    What I care what you sayin', I'm too busy creatin'
    I could tell that ya' some crabs, hatin' on the low
    Tryna shoot my dream down, cause you never chase your own
    I think I struck a nerve, matter fact I hit a bone
    I got a word for them rappers who swear that they on the throne
    Oh, so you the king of rap, where your kingdom at?
    I got a queen, a fly one, sittin' on my lap
    You bought the lie them rappers told ya, I bring it back
    That's all I gotta say
    Roof your ball, I don't wanna play

    Tell 'em we don't wanna play, yeah, yeah
    We're so okay with last place
    We already won the game, yeah, yeah
    No, we won't run your rat race

    It's so disrespectful
    Hip-hop raised me, I'm talkin' back to my parents
    I dropped that Never Land, yo, I still haven't landed
    Look mama, you don't gotta drop it low if you raise your standards
    Raisin' this banner, mama raised me with manners
    Couldn't put me in a box, how I'm raisin' this brand
    It's hard to stay focused with standin' in front of cameras
    But they don't understand it, they don't see that from my vantage
    All glory to the Most High all the praise be
    Got them other rappers sweatin' like they need the AC
    It ain't all 'bout who you know, Bleek knew Jay-Z
    If it you ain't HOT 97, bad idea tryna play me
    I know dudes with so much money that it ain't funny
    Type of money make you laugh at jokes when it ain't funny
    Type of money, go outside lookin' bummy
    Still bag a supermodel, they don't care if he ugly
    It's politics in this game, but ain't no politicians
    And I ain't tryna be another one of fame's victims
    Make a name for myself but never make a difference
    Now, that's all I gotta say
    Roof your ball, I don't wanna play

    Yeah, roof your ball, I don't wanna play
    Yeah, you ain't ever seein' that again
    No, I roof your ball, I don't wanna play
    Yeah, no
    Kiss it goodbye Writer/s: Andrew Aaron Mineo, Jonathan David Bellion, Ramon Ibanga
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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