Hallucinating

Racing
I wasn't 'pose to make it
Must be hallucinating
Must be hallucinating
Prolly why they hating
They don't wanna see nobody win if it ain't them
Wasn't 'pose to win, That's an understatement
I'm hallucinating

So what am I to do?
They don't like the truth
But I'm a always keep it true
Worked hard for this shit but for long it's overdue
Roll one in her name, Baby girl I'm over you
Money dhe fi get bredz
In the field fuck the benches
Who would've ever thought we'd make it out the trenches
Yeah
Bout the Dallas like Texas
Late nights selling flakes but I make it home by breakfast
Shit sell itself
Heat the plate before so less residue is left
First one's free, Better lick it before it melts
Shit'll have you rolling in deep like Adele
Pushing work, Dodging 12
Oh no
Yet they count us out
But we counting up and they can't match the amount
Everything changed when I moved to the south
Everything changed when Gran didn't make it out
I don't even know what to do
I'm just driving and cruising
Ashes in the wind, Can't feel nothing but the music
Lost in the sauce, Sliding like I'm Toosie
You dont know me, You knew me

I'm getting too comfortable
Worked hard this ain't luck enuh
I dont think I'm numb enough
I can't even fuck with you
I'm getting too comfortable
Worked hard this ain't luck enuh
I dont think I'm numb enough
I can't even fuck with you

Racing
I wasn't 'pose to make it
Must be hallucinating
Must be hallucinating
Prolly why they hating
They don't wanna see nobody win if it ain't them
Wasn't 'pose to win, That's an understatement
I'm hallucinating



Credits
Writer(s): Adrian Mendoza
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