Run the Race

(I hit the dash I got mud on my cleat)
(I been whipping the kitchen for an our on the beat)
(Beat Drop, lets go)

I hit the ground and I bust out the meter
love and the money I can give you either

(Most High)
Whats wrong with ya'll I would never sell my soul
Running the race I ain't even complete
I hit the dash I got mud on my cleat

Relax the muscle go Ice on my feet
I did it myself, ain't nobody was racing me
I ran the race ain't nobodies business
I been whipping in the kitchen for an hour on the beat

Stay trying to find myself I'm never complete
I been whipping in the kitchen for an hour on the beat
I been running on the money know the money running me
I been doing what I had to do to try to get the key

(Mmmhh)
Please stop
For your information, I got the beat drop

Lets go that's business
Lets go that's business
Ooh that boy look like a demon
You ain't taking my soul

Imma stay in my zone
Know one will ever come in between me and you, and I promise that
Sell out my brothers and sisters for misses and comma stacks
Thought that they had that recipe I told 'em take it back

(Beat Drop, lets go)

I hit the ground and I bust out the meter
love and the money I can give you either

(Most High)
Whats wrong with ya'll I would never sell my soul
Running the race I ain't even complete
I hit the dash I got mud on my cleat

Relax the muscle go Ice on my feet
I did it myself, ain't nobody was racing me
I ran the race ain't nobodies business
I been whipping in the kitchen for an hour on the beat

Stay trying to find myself I'm never complete
I been whipping in the kitchen for an hour on the beat
I been running on the money know the money running me
I been doing what I had to do to try to get the key

(I hit the dash I got mud on my cleat)



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Writer(s): Charles Washington
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