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Race Track
Hip-Hop/Rap
Race Track was released on August 8, 2026 by Tyzzer Records as a part of the album SA1NT T
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AlbumSA1NT T
Release DateAugust 8, 2026
LabelTyzzer Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM71

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Reece William Tyzzer
Reece William Tyzzer
Vocals
Dylan Robinson
Dylan Robinson
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Reece William Tyzzer
Reece William Tyzzer
Songwriter
Dylan Robinson
Dylan Robinson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pxlsdead
Pxlsdead
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah it's time to face fact
Can't dodge us while we're burning laps
Around on this old race track
This RT comes with horses
Best believe this ain't no hellcat
Tell Saint T imma beat up the beat
Like time to bring the bass back
I'm not just another rapper keep it classy
Got no face tats
No fake masks
No fake streams
No take backs
I take what's been mine
One line at a time tell me where your bitch at
She says she's out with friends
But I ain't seen a post with friends with her
You know I can't lie so I ain't saying that she's a gold digger
My third eye stays aligned
All that I'm worth is worth more than your time
Always at work don't be bangin' my line
'Less you got moves that compare up to mine
I know the truth and I've proved that I'm ruthless
Throw two out the roof if you know what the move is
Make room cutting through all the moves that bear fruitless
I'm TooFaced look bitch
Thought you already knew this
Let me put you on game I ain't no saint
Ain't no profit but see profit on the way
I've stayed the same
Don't chase fame and now see records in a frame
I've played the game
And these games played by players all the same
So if you say that we the same
Best keep moving out the way (best get moving out the way)
Best keep moving out the way (best get moving out the way)
Moving out the way (best get moving out the way)
Best keep moving out the way
And if you say that we the same
Best keep moving out the way (Saint T)
They say I ain't got too much that I can brag about
But I just fucked two bitches at the same time couldn't drag me out
Your mans just dropped an album and it flopped
What's all that about?
Your baby heard my album on your phone
And said who's that you found?
So we just take her to the back
Now she's obsessin' wit' it
Tryna touch my Focusrite
Said girl just stop you're messin' wit' it
She loves to hear my British accent
I think she's a blessing init?
Saw me wear Ronaldo's jersey once
Now she's a Messi critic
But I got bands for days
'Cause of my handsome face
Ten years ago my younger self would love the guy I am today
Put your cash away
You can have it mate
You save up all your pennies maybe you could be the man someday
Nah I'm just playin' wit' ya let me paint the picture
This is royal territory I'm the king
And I don't need the scripture
I'm the fucking victor
You ain't listening is ya?
You can speak whatever you like
But still Saint T is richer
Had to cut my people off just to be here at the top
I don't have not one regret 'cah I'm allergic to the stop
They're allergic to the job
Tryna be someone they're not
But I can see right through the lies
Their facade is bound to drop
They're bound to flop
They look at me like they found a God
I don't use Dollars it's Pounds I'm on
But I don't mind conversion pound it on
My lap she's bouncing on
She like the way that I sound in songs
This is the track I was founded on
It isn't a race you'd get grounded off
Written by: Dylan Robinson, Reece William Tyzzer
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