Wiz Khalifa

The Race


Rolling Papers, 5m 36sec

The Race
  • The Race


Wiz Khalifa

It's nothing new
'Cause this is exactly what I do
What up E, haha
The good weeds lit on this one, yeah
Riding by myself

The world turning, the weed burning
Them haters talking, I keep earning
Know some will say that life's a bitch
Well I'ma flirtin' and fuck that bitch for the money and Louie V purchases
Old folks jock my car 'cause they know just what this is
Niggas felxin' hard with no bars, they got weak servants
Keep verses, Mortal Kombat
Look at my ring, if I ain't ballin' bitch then what you call that
Nothing but net, ain't back 'cause I never left
I did everything right nigga better yet
Rolling bomb for the niggas that's around us
Something like a contractor building from the ground up
Now just, oh
Twist up this weed
Realize that you are in the presence of a G
Don't fuck up my paper meaning my cheese
Or the ones I use to roll up my trees
Fuck it, you know what I mean

I'm riding round, smoking, my music up loud
Kinda doin' my thing, no disrespect to the niggas before me
Some smile up in your face but then they don't on the low
Now I just stunt on my own
Now I just stunt on my own
I'm in a race, and taking the winners place
No foot on the brakes
One the best, homie that's what they call me
It's lonely at the top, got no company so
Now I just stunt on my own
Now I just stunt on my own

See me, when I'm alone, wishing they could fuck with me
My ex calling my phone, wishing she could stunt with me
But I'm just riding dog, doing a buck fifty
Stunting like Jet Li, boat houses and Jet Ski's
Thirty on the flight, ice like the Gretsky's
My dime piece only recognize the best tree's
Treat 'em like I don't need 'em boy, you best believe
You in her face (You in her face)
I let her breath

From debated on, to waited on
From hated on, to the nigga they put cake up on
Cause we are,
Young movie stars
Cause we are,
Young movie stars


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Oh-ooh-oh, now I just stunt on my own
Bitches ain't say shit to me
But now they won't leave me alone
Used to walk the other way
But now they all come to my home
And they calling my phone,
'Cause my paper is long
Heard nothing, but they singing my songs
Get hired up, if they want than I bring them along
We flying up, no you wont need a ticket at all
Need a ticket at all
Tell 'em bitch I'ma ball and I'ma buy a new crib for my niggas 'n' all
'Cause I remember days we'd sit and picture it all
Nigga swear I'd leave or pictured I'd fall
Counting reasons why they hate, your bitch think I'm a star
Cause we are, young, gifted,
Not to mention out here making motherfucking millions
Yeah, I said it, motherfucking millions
Got my money up, I'm in the building


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