The Race Songtext
von Wiz Khalifa

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)