Sims - The Relay lyrics

[Verse 1: King] We've got Game like EA, One Blood coz we relate Bound to Prosper, like it's the name of the DJ Been a while since a heatwave, I'm sorry for the delay I just flew in high altitude, I'm getting used to the freeway Four n***as on the track, press play, that's a relay The mic is the baton, I pa** it on to TJ It's like my n***a Kan, the Louis Vuitton Don... ...pa**ing on to Big Sean then he gone, fly like BA [Verse 2: T.J.Rangy] Uh, okay I just got that baton Don't ask me bout that girl, can you please leave me alone Feel like I'm slowing down the relay, what the hell is going on It's like I'm jogging on this track but I change gears and then I'm gone I go faster and faster, I know the very top is where I stand MY flow would fill a lake even though I don't give a damn Yeah, this is the all-star relay So I'm done for now I hand it on to my brother Puri [Verse 3: Puri] Yeah we back from the mixtape jumping off like we was floaters I got my girl white uh, looking like my lotion It's all about my Frank, you know when we talking Oceans She says she trying to get her grades up, watch how the brain goes Claiming that you get your cake up, watch how the weight goes Swag is what I breath that's why I'm rocking these chains Looking like a coach you know I'm built for the game Balling like a pimp, I still walk with a cane/Cain like I'm Abel [Verse 4: Simz] Hello, they sweeter than fructose I mean everytime they spit a rhyme all the hoes go comatose Every flow got 'em splitting legs like they want the hose But we never in the garden, we ain't digging these hoes Speak in the third person, got that number one flow Feel like they need a J coz they are just that cold Oh yeah we in a relay and we don't even run track Give us a mic and a beat and you n***as will get lapped (Hook) LA-LA-LA-LA-LA Right from the start/You know that we go hard LA-LA-LA-LA-LA With every bar/I'm pouring out my heart LA-LA-LA-LA-LA With these lyrics/Y'all are jogging we are sprinting LA-LA-LA-LA-LA Stop tripping, My n***a Puri get to spitting [Verse 5: Puri] Uh, hitting b**hes raw like you ain't never seen that plastic I get em on the phone but they ain't never know my address Halle Berry actress, gave me cold shouler like alaskins Cute cheeks, a** faster than a mattress Tryna spark my joint I think I'm way out of matches AMC the fastest crew banging like pop pop We Jamaicans when we relay, pa** it on to Usain I ain't even got the time no more, hold me down Simz [Verse 6: Simz} We some kings, refer us as your grace I ain't talking bout aths when I say we on top of the race No racism intended coz all colours cannot match the pace First place is being surpa**ed now it's something that we delegate This slow is sick, call it lyrical AIDS We too far ahead, till lag off they gon' have to negate They hate, but they s** so much they can fel**te These n***as gonna need Grays as I pa** it on to my n***a TJ... [Verse 7: Rangy] ...Rangy, yeah give it up for Phancy On these tracks we are a family And even if they match-fix they could never match me I end off on a high note like a solo from Phil Hanly Yeah, T.J.rangy, I'm so ahead you can't catch me And even when I'm pa**ed out, you could never get pa**ed me Yeah, this the relay but we balling like the NBA This is T.J. hand over to the King here come LK [Verse 8: King] I'll say, what a changeover Rangy's getting 2Pac money twice over Damn, feeling like I became Hova Beyond a Reasonable Doubt, it's the King's Takeover S.I.M.Z. is B.I.G. on these flows He got Notorious drive, ain't no lie, truth is all this warrior knows Illmatic with the bars, Puri's all Nas High as Mars, this the home of the stars