Vic Mensa - Racer lyrics

We really gotta do it this time, running lights at the funeral line Feeling like the two with the three behind Young ni**as smoking blunts but I'm free in my mind Seeing the signs, you know my ni**as coming correct Self-made buzz gotta show us respect Say she impressed by the tinit on my neck See the wrist and Rolls and she wanna neglect? No She wanna snort powder, see wanna see the towers (fu*k on me for hours) Yeah, I'm livin' like a dope dealer but the rap game paying more figures Don't know what they told ni**as I'm the one that showed ni**as Teach you the game, I come through really big bro ni**as I remember gettin' no figures Now the bad b*tches want pictures and they wanna fu*k with us Yeah, she want Chanel bags Rich and she wanna go tell that Her man say ball? Where the stash at? ni**a really ain't a grab but he cap that (Cap that) Damn, now he wanna battle rap (Battle rap) Say he want beef, send the cattle back Snitch for the cheese, he a rat pack I just pulled in a ride and it's matte black, yeah Statements, he cannot retract that (Retract that) b*tch, I get money, he lack that (Lack that) I need a crib for my parents (My parents) His momma lookin' embarrassed (Embarrassed) These ni**as way too anxious (Too anxious) Really these ni**as should thank us (Thank us) Rap game way too dangerous (Too dangerous) You ain't even gotta be famous (Famous) But you could still ride in the latest, yeah Have b*tches that's doing you favors I gotta get to this paper I need a crib with some acres She wanna ball like a Laker But I got no time to layup She do the shots with no chaser I push the coupe like a racer I push the coupe like a racer I push the coupe like a racer I push the coupe like a racer I push the coupe like a racer And I am not stopping for strangers (Nah) Nah, b*tch I can't save you I push the coupe like a racer I push the coupe like a racer I'm mashing the gass on a Dayun, Pyer Moss sneakers on that's a rare find Twelve get behind me I'm runnin' like DMC, don't want no TMZ headlines You know what it is with me, I'm moving differently can't let them poison my energy You shot yourself in the foot just by dissing me, now we putting you out of your misery We ain't seen you ni**as outside with your dawgs, that sh*t's a Scooby-Doo mystery She in my DMs but she your BM, she swallow my kids she ain't kissing me It's just the Prince in me, my Ralph Lauren Purple Label I'm making Young Money, Freeky got the DRACO Hit yo boy up now it's blood on my 'Fazos Stop that cap, "Vic ain't this, Vic ain't that" Vic in that Rick head to toe where it's warrin' Red light on the blick, now you think I'm recordin' She give me psychology I call it Freudian I be with Four 'n'em, they tryna fold 'em I cannot fold, I'm not an accordion They say they looking for us and we ain't avoiding 'em And we gon' ride in the latest Got b*tches that's doing us favors I gotta get to this paper I need a crib with some acres She wanna ball like a Laker But I got no time to layup She do the shots with no chaser I push the coupe like a racer I push the coupe like a racer I push the coupe like a racer I push the coupe like a racer I push the coupe like a racer And I am not stopping for strangers (Nah) Nah, b*tch I can't save you (I can't save you) I push the coupe like a racer I push the coupe like a racer