Lyrics

Pursuit to find happiness Who get to the bag the fastest wins All of us act against Each other so we gotta act a mess We flexing and flash our shit Your status got you slap on wrist This money got records Immaculate This money turn girls to actresses It's funny how money Can mass convince The vast and get you to act like this Bodybag in my Acura I'll kill a man If I have to Bitch Bag a bitch Put a bitch out Like out you bitch Running for miles and miles I'm quick Going rounds rounds And lounge and shit Announcing this And that Actor shit To make the gram look popping Cant be rich and famous while you layin in a coffin Chopper in the whip You won't pop it Less they watching Y'all be pocket watching Judge your profit by your options I see it all In out race against time I see it all Keep your foot behind the line I see it all You can't take none of my shine I see it all You can't take nothing that's mine Look in the mirror See my enemy surrounded By Imaginary enemies, In pursuit We still Moving trying to get a piece And pay the price Trade my life For this legacy Fuck the pain (pain) Flood the wrist (wrist) This a chase (this a chase) Fuck with this (fuck with this) This a race (this a race) I gotta win (I gotta win) Safe to say (safe to say) This ain't the end (this ain't the end) Fuck the pain (pain) Flood the wrist (wrist) This a chase (this a chase) Fuck with this (fuck with this) This a race (this a race) I gotta win (I gotta win) Safe to say (safe to say) This ain't the end (this ain't the end) Forever get my way And If I don't then its all a waste I move fast when they say slow down Gotta pick up it cause this shit a race Everybody sprint to the bag And the fame Cause the money and a name Is everything Rat race to the money bag I'm on a hunt like everyday I'm in a race Stay in your lane All of this pressure on my brain Don't wanna play catch-up in future So I gotta get this shit today When the shot fires then it's ándele I don't get tired when I run to the bank I Got a tank full gas And a flask of the Hen when we done lets celebrate Look in the mirror See my enemy Surrounded Be Imaginary enemies In pursuit We still Moving tryna get piece And pay the price Trade my life For this legacy Take a shot hope you proud of me Desperate calls Calls for things Outta my reach Maybe God I'snt guiding me This a race that I must win Take a shot hope you proud of me Desperate calls Calls for things Outta my reach Maybe God Isn't guiding me This a race that I must win Desperate calls Calls for things Outta my reach Maybe God Isn't guiding me This a race that I must win This a race that I must win Take a shot hope you proud of me Desperate calls Calls for things Outta my reach Maybe God Isn't guiding me This a race that I must win
Writer(s): Eric Alexander Hall, Brandon Joseph Vazquez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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