Lyrics

Bitch I'm racing 'til I wreck just like an exhibition Aiming for the top I never stop that be my True Religion Taking all the food up off they plate I heard they opposition Niggas wanna talk But they ain't ever taking my position Bitch I'm racing 'til I wreck just like an exhibition Aiming for the top I never stop that be my True Religion Taking all the food up off they plate I heard they opposition Niggas wanna talk But they ain't ever taking my position On God A nigga gotta make a confession I think I make these niggas mad Look at their facial expressions Looks a whole lotta hate Mixed with a little depression My everlasting impressions Like damn this nigga's impressive Don't be expecting me to tell you 'Bout that pack that went missing Or what two bitches were kissing Shit outta luck if ya missed it No I don't fuck with the dissing These niggas can't go the distance But everybody wanna act Like their music is hitting I ain't got no competition what you talking 'bout Make a nigga hit that whoa before he hit that ground That nigga used to be 10 toes But now he dancing 'round Sent that nigga scared right into hiding Now he underground They used to try to tell me I would never make it Now I laugh about 'em when I'm having conversations Me and money boi that's one helluva combination I don't talk for free You better pay me for this consultation Bitch I'm racing 'til I wreck just like an exhibition Aiming for the top I never stop that be my True Religion Taking all the food up off they plate I heard they opposition Niggas wanna talk But they ain't ever taking my position Bitch I'm racing 'til I wreck just like an exhibition Aiming for the top I never stop that be my True Religion Taking all the food up off they plate I heard they opposition Niggas wanna talk But they ain't ever taking my position On God
Writer(s): Keith Middleton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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