Wicked Race
Yeah (yeah)
30 and hotter than ever
I know my spirits made me millions like Connor McGregor
I took the long way
But I never stopped, I rerouted
They quit, the last mile is always the least crowded, uh
Get what I ask for, fuck who they clap for
My momma's on her second passport, Ritchie Blackmore
She, rockin' the deep, purple face Rolex
My liver used to be a pool of liquor, Joe Gomez
Villa Honegg, in Switzerland, just to rejuvenate
Listen to what's not being said, learn to communicate
The sun's shinin', I love rhymin'
I took a shot of self-belief, got in the driver's seat
I'm drunk drivin'
I'm tongue tied when I'm talking to myself
That's how great I am, I'm countin' my fingers after you shake my hand (why?)
Trust issues is what ensues
After being fucked over by someone who said they fuck with you
The drugs in you got you feeling gassed
If you make it to 30, I'll give you $30K in cash
You throwin' nyash with that Nigerian self, uh
Bugus makin' apps buildin' Nigerian wealth, uh
If you don't like yourself, then your palette's not developed
She lyin' on my head, I'm rockin' Calvin Johnson's helmet
Bitch, I'm still myself, but just a better version
This game is fake buddy love like Professor Sherman
Please don't clump us all together, we ain't family; there is no resemblance
I'm in an unhealthy relationship with progress, we both co-dependers
There's unspoken tension when I take a day off
Can't enjoy the off-season, 'cause I'm thinkin' 'bout the playoffs
Guess that's a tradeoff with being great
I'm stressed, I need pussy that makes me tap out, like Miesha Tate
Vacation in Greece and Spain
Operation: Just keep the faith
My mind, and my body, and my spirit
Are movin' in one direction like Liam Payne
11 milly dollars in a year without being strange
These dudes got a pond, I got an ocean; I'm being Frank
And they tryin' to keep me hidden, but they cannot see
That nothing can stop me
Mr. Money Maker, picked the bill up like Chauncey
She just want a man to clean her mess up, like Bronny
So please do not call me
I'm happily washing in Japanese hot springs
Half of me wants things to move at a quicker pace
The other half wants to put a pause on this wicked race
A'ight that's it, haha
Yeah
Chomp 2.5
Bodybag, light work
Produced by me, haha
30 and hotter than ever
I know my spirits made me millions like Connor McGregor
I took the long way
But I never stopped, I rerouted
They quit, the last mile is always the least crowded, uh
Get what I ask for, fuck who they clap for
My momma's on her second passport, Ritchie Blackmore
She, rockin' the deep, purple face Rolex
My liver used to be a pool of liquor, Joe Gomez
Villa Honegg, in Switzerland, just to rejuvenate
Listen to what's not being said, learn to communicate
The sun's shinin', I love rhymin'
I took a shot of self-belief, got in the driver's seat
I'm drunk drivin'
I'm tongue tied when I'm talking to myself
That's how great I am, I'm countin' my fingers after you shake my hand (why?)
Trust issues is what ensues
After being fucked over by someone who said they fuck with you
The drugs in you got you feeling gassed
If you make it to 30, I'll give you $30K in cash
You throwin' nyash with that Nigerian self, uh
Bugus makin' apps buildin' Nigerian wealth, uh
If you don't like yourself, then your palette's not developed
She lyin' on my head, I'm rockin' Calvin Johnson's helmet
Bitch, I'm still myself, but just a better version
This game is fake buddy love like Professor Sherman
Please don't clump us all together, we ain't family; there is no resemblance
I'm in an unhealthy relationship with progress, we both co-dependers
There's unspoken tension when I take a day off
Can't enjoy the off-season, 'cause I'm thinkin' 'bout the playoffs
Guess that's a tradeoff with being great
I'm stressed, I need pussy that makes me tap out, like Miesha Tate
Vacation in Greece and Spain
Operation: Just keep the faith
My mind, and my body, and my spirit
Are movin' in one direction like Liam Payne
11 milly dollars in a year without being strange
These dudes got a pond, I got an ocean; I'm being Frank
And they tryin' to keep me hidden, but they cannot see
That nothing can stop me
Mr. Money Maker, picked the bill up like Chauncey
She just want a man to clean her mess up, like Bronny
So please do not call me
I'm happily washing in Japanese hot springs
Half of me wants things to move at a quicker pace
The other half wants to put a pause on this wicked race
A'ight that's it, haha
Yeah
Chomp 2.5
Bodybag, light work
Produced by me, haha
Credits
Writer(s): Shena De Mell, Russell Vitale, Peylia Parham
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.