Racecar // Level (feat. Ace The Kid & Bliss)

Man I just been tryna get it
Fetacini so my family can eat
And I ain't tryna move the folks out the hood
I bleed roses
I'm tryna move the hood out of the streets
Ya know what I mean?
If you don't get it
I get it
Like chicks
In ya head when I speak
But listen it
This isn't
For rap cap and nonsense Ebonics
I'm off it my conscience finna speak
Apox on these beats
Yeah boa I'm hot in these streets
A nigga the king on the drive
I got glass and rocks in my teeth
You'll get it if you from the chi
If not then just follow my lead
I'll give you a tour with my guys
Hop in ride
Know we gon slide finna pull up in race car
If you need a ride
You know who to call
Payphone (In a fast car)
Need you by my side
Shotgun in the dark
Aye-Oh (Look like Nascar)
Ready set and go
Ready set and (Hit the gas ya'll)
Ready set and go
Ready set and
Life been moving at a high speed
But I didn't sign up for a grand prix
In this life 2nd chance no guarantee
Saving the day no vigilante,
Woah
Indeed I'm too independent as intended
WHAT I'm inching towards don't, look like I'm winning
Hope you wish me well cuz that's
Godspeed
I've been running since I noticed that I
Got speed
Like flash I do the dash
Not Jesus or Moses but when flowing I'm running on water, call me dash
So incredible like wearing red and black
Facts
Go follow your dreams and don't ever look back
Never no limitations
Maybe I can demonstrate it
We don't believe cuz there's never been an illustration
Don't need prescriptions,
To be ever more patient
And fuck you if you hating
ON GAWD
If you need a ride
You know who to call
Payphone (In a fast car)
Need you by my side
Shotgun in the dark
Aye-Oh (Look like Nascar)
Ready set and go
Ready set and (Hit the gas ya'll)
Ready set and go
Ready set and
I been automatic
Feeling like I gotta brake a second
Hit 300, gotta speed up more
Lil mama got her feet on thee dashboard
Reverse
Foot stay on the gas, like they do in converse
Stay in the works like an animal
That's annual, 365 getting back to manual
I call my hooptie a racecar
Get the job done and take me far
Just got a ride from ave. from king drive
To stony rock go drip, drop
No license, pedal to the metal
Hope i dont get stopped by the po-po
Key in the ignition, I'm ready to go
Hop in my car, pull out the driveway
90 on 94
Just hit a student driver
Speed up dude, you going too slow
And it go
If you need a ride
You know who to call
Payphone (In a fast car)
Need you by my side
Shotgun in the dark
Aye-Oh (Look like Nascar)
Ready set and go
Ready set and (Hit the gas ya'll)
Ready set and go
Ready set and
I ain't got shit but my hoes
I ain't got shit barely hoes still
I ain't got shit got no dough
Pockets low, Still I'm rolling this
Smoke
My future baby mama pull up in her bonnet
How the fuck we get so comfortable
She asked me if I want it
She hardly smoke but love it when I'm on narcotics
Said I show
Her more love then
I ain't got shit but my hoes
I ain't got shit barely hoes still
I ain't got shit got no dough
Pockets low, Still I'm rolling this
Smoke
I shouldn't smoke all of this weed if I aint got no money
Hoe you can't post me in no pics, so could you crop it for me
If I asked you for assists, then would you lob it for me
Dropping forty all up on the whip
So is you riding for me
I got homies that's behind the fence
They didn't find some homies
Homie is you good or is you bitch
We finna fight them Brodie
Know these
Situations
Never go right
Left the blame on niggas
But can't do wrong if you was Snow White
Jammed up cuz they sold white
Just to feed they families
Or shit to even go buy
Some J's, but uncle Samuel
Wants you to live with no rights
Bitch don't call me conscious
I been knocked out for this whole flight
Leaning like a tower
I'm posted with the bros like
I ain't got shit but my hoes
I ain't got shit barely hoes still
I ain't got shit but my bros
Born in Roses
My homies my
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