"Wicked Race" lyrics
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
Get what I ask for, fuck who they clap for
My mom is 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 shining, I love rhyming
I took a shot of self belief, got in the drivers seat, I'm drunk driving
I'm tongue tied when I'm talkin' to myself
That's how great I am
I'm counting my fingers after you shake my hand
Trust issues is what ensues
After being fucked over by someone who said they fuck with you
The drugs in you got you feelin' gassed
If you make it to 30 I'll give you 30k in cash
She throwin nyash with her Nigerian self
Bugus makin apps building Nigerian wealth
If you don't like yourself then your palettes not developed
She lyin' on my head I'm rocking Calvin Johnsons 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 codependents
There's unspoken tension when I take a day off
Can't enjoy the off season cuz I'm thinking bout the playoffs
Guess that's the trade off 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 all movin' in one direction like Liam Payne
11 milly dollars in a year without bein' strange
These dudes got a pond, I gotta ocean, I'm bein' Frank
And they tryna keep me hidden but they cannot see
That nothing can stop me
Mr moneymaker, pick the bill up like Chauncey
She just wanna man to clean her mess up like Brawny
So please do not call me
I'm happily washing
In Japanese hot springs
And half of me wants things
To move at a quicker pace
The other half wants to put a pause on this wicked race
Aight that's it, ha
Yeah
Chomp 2.5
Bodybag, light work
Produced by me
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
Get what I ask for, fuck who they clap for
My mom is 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 shining, I love rhyming
I took a shot of self belief, got in the drivers seat, I'm drunk driving
I'm tongue tied when I'm talkin' to myself
That's how great I am
I'm counting my fingers after you shake my hand
Trust issues is what ensues
After being fucked over by someone who said they fuck with you
The drugs in you got you feelin' gassed
If you make it to 30 I'll give you 30k in cash
She throwin nyash with her Nigerian self
Bugus makin apps building Nigerian wealth
If you don't like yourself then your palettes not developed
She lyin' on my head I'm rocking Calvin Johnsons 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 codependents
There's unspoken tension when I take a day off
Can't enjoy the off season cuz I'm thinking bout the playoffs
Guess that's the trade off 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 all movin' in one direction like Liam Payne
11 milly dollars in a year without bein' strange
These dudes got a pond, I gotta ocean, I'm bein' Frank
And they tryna keep me hidden but they cannot see
That nothing can stop me
Mr moneymaker, pick the bill up like Chauncey
She just wanna man to clean her mess up like Brawny
So please do not call me
I'm happily washing
In Japanese hot springs
And half of me wants things
To move at a quicker pace
The other half wants to put a pause on this wicked race
Aight that's it, ha
Yeah
Chomp 2.5
Bodybag, light work
Produced by me
Writer(s): Shena De Mell, Russell Vitale, Peylia Parham
