The Race Lyrics - Rolling Papers - Wiz Khalifa

The World turning, the weed burning 

Them haters talking, I keep earning 

Know some will say that life's a bitch 

Well I'ma 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' 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 

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 

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I'm riding round, smoking good, music so loud 

Kinda do my thing, no disrespect to the niggas before me 

Some smile up in your face but then they don't 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 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 riding dog, doing a buck fifty 

Stunting like Jet Li, boat houses and Jet Ski's 

Thirty on the flight, ice like the Gretsky's 

My dime piece only recognise the best tree's 

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 nigga they put cake up on 

Cause we are, Young Movie stars 

Cause we are, Young Movie stars 

I'm riding round, smoking good, music so loud 

Kinda do my thing, no disrespect to the niggas before me 

Some smile up in your face but then they don't 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 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 

(Ooooooh, oooh, ooo-oo-oooooh) 

(Ooooooh, oooh, ooo-oo-oooooh) 

(Ooooooh, oooh, ooo-oo-oooooh) 

O-ooo-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 was looong 

Nothing, they ain't singing my song 

Get hired up, if they want than 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 n all 

Cause I remember days we'd sit and picture 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 riding round, smoking good, music so loud 

Kinda do my thing, no disrespect to the niggas before me 

Some smile up in your face but then they don't 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 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