Wicked Race

Russ

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    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

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    Aight that's it, haha
    Yeah
    Chomp 2.5
    Bodybag, light work
    Produced by me, haha

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