The Race by Mike Ike Lyrics
Pressure clean with the pump they gone see me clear
Chopper bullets gone stretch you from ear to ear
Keep a trick up my sleeve mak’em disappear
Push the pedal floor shake like a chandelier
40 knock outcho lights like a fucking deer
On my block it’s so hot I can’t even chill
Keep a Glock for a opp if he interfere
Got more stripes in these streets than a ref for real
Keep a 30 I feel like I’m steph for real
If I shoot all my shooters gone step for rеal
Put a price on your head boy I promise
Fuck around and gеt flipped like a omelette
I want smoke, I want beef, I want drama
Lotta niggas false claiming ain’t solid
I can tell you a fold like a wallet
I was taught kill a witness regardless
I ain’t going out sad on a Saturday
Just bought a tec with a dick call it masturbate
Trigger finger might itch Issa happy day
Them hollow tip bullets sick you a mile away
They don’t know I’m cut throat to the bone
Smith & Wesson two tone with the chrome
Boy this drake just might sing you a song
Niggas bitches we can’t get along
No monopoly we taking property
Boy I stay on the go ain’t no stopping me
Betcha favorite rapper ain’t as hot as me
We tote 223’s fa that kind of heat
Only hang with feens in my family tree
She just for the team ain’t a fan of me
Bitches wick they creep just like a centipede
Know it’s R.I.P. like to the death of me
Think outside the box before you step to me
If you fuck with me please just do it carefully
I don’t trust a soul please don’t mess with me
Got it on my own this that recipe
One foot in the street one in the industry
Watch me do the dash no delivery
Boy I’m on yo ass like a wildebeest
I can give a fuck if they ain’t feeling me
Change the pace I’m bout to run the race
My foot up on the gas it never take a break
Karma is a bitch don’t make me catch a case
Know niggas like me grimy shoot you in your face
Buss’em in the street football without the cleats
We coming 30 deep I’m starving need to eat
Dog I’m off the leash regardless I’m a beast
They targets in the street I put’em straight to sleep!
Chopper bullets gone stretch you from ear to ear
Keep a trick up my sleeve mak’em disappear
Push the pedal floor shake like a chandelier
40 knock outcho lights like a fucking deer
On my block it’s so hot I can’t even chill
Keep a Glock for a opp if he interfere
Got more stripes in these streets than a ref for real
Keep a 30 I feel like I’m steph for real
If I shoot all my shooters gone step for rеal
Put a price on your head boy I promise
Fuck around and gеt flipped like a omelette
I want smoke, I want beef, I want drama
Lotta niggas false claiming ain’t solid
I can tell you a fold like a wallet
I was taught kill a witness regardless
I ain’t going out sad on a Saturday
Just bought a tec with a dick call it masturbate
Trigger finger might itch Issa happy day
Them hollow tip bullets sick you a mile away
They don’t know I’m cut throat to the bone
Smith & Wesson two tone with the chrome
Boy this drake just might sing you a song
Niggas bitches we can’t get along
No monopoly we taking property
Boy I stay on the go ain’t no stopping me
Betcha favorite rapper ain’t as hot as me
We tote 223’s fa that kind of heat
Only hang with feens in my family tree
She just for the team ain’t a fan of me
Bitches wick they creep just like a centipede
Know it’s R.I.P. like to the death of me
Think outside the box before you step to me
If you fuck with me please just do it carefully
I don’t trust a soul please don’t mess with me
Got it on my own this that recipe
One foot in the street one in the industry
Watch me do the dash no delivery
Boy I’m on yo ass like a wildebeest
I can give a fuck if they ain’t feeling me
Change the pace I’m bout to run the race
My foot up on the gas it never take a break
Karma is a bitch don’t make me catch a case
Know niggas like me grimy shoot you in your face
Buss’em in the street football without the cleats
We coming 30 deep I’m starving need to eat
Dog I’m off the leash regardless I’m a beast
They targets in the street I put’em straight to sleep!