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Wiz Khalifa - The Race
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wiz Khalifa
Wiz Khalifa
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cameron Thomaz
Cameron Thomaz
Songwriter
Eric Dan
Eric Dan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Damien Lewis
Damien Lewis
Assistant Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Phil Tan
Phil Tan
Mixing Engineer
Big Jerm
Big Jerm
Producer
Eric Dan
Eric Dan
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah It's nothing new, haha 'Cause this is exactly what I do, uh What up E, haha The good weed's lit on this one Yeah Ridin' by myself, uhh Yep, uhh The world turning, the weed burning Them haters talkin', I keep earning Know some will say life's a bitch, well I'ma keep 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, 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 Gotta' do my thing, no disrespect to the niggas before me Some smile up in your face, but then they hate 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 winner's 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 ridin' dog, doing a buck 50 Stunting like Jet Li, boat houses and Jet Ski's Thirty on the flight, ice like the Gretsky's My dime pieces only recognize the best trees Treat 'em like I don't need 'em boy, you best believe You in her face, I let her breath (Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) Oh (Oh, oh) 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 I'm ridin' round, smoking good, music up loud Gotta' do my thing, no disrespect to the niggas before me Some smile up in your face, but then they hate 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 winner's 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 (Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) (Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) (Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) (Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) Oh-oh-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 Nothing, they singing my songs Get hired up, if they want, then I bring them along We flying up, now you want me to take it all off Want me to take it all off Tell a bitch I'ma ball and I'ma buy a new crib for my niggas in all 'Cause I remember days we'd sit and pictured 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 muthafucking millions Yeah, I said it, muthafucking millions Got my money up, I'm in the building I'm ridin' round, smoking good, music up loud Gotta' do my thing, no disrespect to the niggas before me Some smile up in your face, but then they hate 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 winner's 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 (Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) (Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)
Writer(s): Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Eric Dan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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