Rat Race!

Swear y'all love God, but put the sus in Jesus

They in lines, to switch up on **** like Addidas

Genesis to this shit, better call me Remus

Touch grass broke ****, why you move so treeless?

Move more desperate than them overdue leases

Yeah, I'm Lord of land, lemme show you what them is keys is

DJ envy, that type facetious

Southern girls always down just to show me them peaches

Resses pieces, sweeter than the love Venus

But I'm still egregious, ****

Dumb **** still asking me what a niche is

And I tell 'em that I do what I want, ****

I'm the M-A-N, in the streets

I'm the G-O-D, yeah, to me

Yeah, I do what what I want to be free

Rat race got **** obsessed with fucking cheese

Who would have thought

A **** made it with no applause

Got distant relatives a **** owe a call

Or maybe vice vers

Keep it 2 50's

Oh he that fashion motherfucker with the Gucci frames, uh

Grew up, never needed validation

23, living like I fucking made it

Y'all going platinum and gold, I go vibranium hoe

Shit is alien, hoe, we filling stadiums, hoe

You ain't real as they come, but you real when you come

Stay cool, diamonds on they chris breezy

White boy money, know I make a G eazy

My feelings doing cartwheels, entangled, I'm feeling like Will

See first thing first, R.I.P. to Uncle Phil

R.I.P. to my pops, some shit a **** feel

Wonder if his proud, man, how that **** feel

Fuck this rap shit, never let a **** live

They live and they die by the hook they rap fishing

Yet they worried the fashion is

Can you please Reel it in, Mr. John Wilson

Boy you get ain’t no play, had to teach you what the condom is

I'm the M-A-N, in the streets

I'm the G-O-D, yeah, to me

Yeah, I do what what I want to be free

Rat race got **** obsessed with fucking cheese