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	Artist: Wiz Khalifa Song Title: The Race Album: Rolling Papers
The world turning the weed burning them haters talking I keep earning Know some who say life's a b** well I'm a keep flirting And f* that b** for the money and Louie V purchases Old folks jock my car cause they know just what this is Ns flexing hard with no bars they got weak service ???? verses Mortal Kombat look at my ring If I ain't balling b then what you call that nothing but net Ain't back cause I never left I did everything right n better yet Roll a blunt for the ns thats around us Something like a contractor building from the ground up Now just Twist up this weed realize you in the presence of a G Don't f* up my paper meaning my cheese Or the ones I use to roll up my trees F* it you know what I mean I'm riding round smoking my music up loud Gotta do my thing no disrespect to the ns before me Some smile up in your face but then 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 winners place No foot on the brakes one the best homie thats what they call me It's lonely at the top ain't 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 f* with me My ex calling my phone wishing she could stunt with me But I'm just riding dog doing a buck fifty Stunting like Jet Li boat houses and jet skis 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 From debated on to waited on From hated on to the n** they put they cake up on Cause we are young movie stars Cause we are young movie stars I'm riding round smoking my music up loud Gotta do my thing no disrespect to the ns before me Some smile up in your face but then 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 winners place No foot on the brakes one the best homie thats what they call me It's lonely at the top ain't no company so Now I just stunt on my own now I just stunt on my own Oh oh oh now I just stunt on my own Bes ain't say s* 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 was long It's not that they singing my song Get hired up if they want than I bring them along We flying up and you won't need a ticket at all Need a ticket at all tell em b** I'm a ball And I'm a buy a new crib for my ns and all Cause I remember days we'd sit and pictured it all Ns swore I'd leave or pictured I'd fall Counting reasons why they hate your b think I'm a star Cause we are young gifted not to mention out here making mother fing millions Yeah I said it mother fing millions Got my money up I'm in the building I'm riding round smoking my music up loud Gotta do my thing no disrespect to the n**s before me Some smile up in your face but then 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 winners place No foot on the brakes one the best homie thats what they call me It's lonely at the top ain't no company so Now I just stunt on my own now I just stunt on my own