Gonna switch up the pace, I'm losing the race
Yeah, on a track by myself, yeah I can't stay on track by myself
I told you I'm running in place, too many things stuck in my way
Tryna get to the cash today, tryna fill up the stash, okay
Had a dream bout a brand new range, baby blue so I look like the sky
I was swervin' that bitch in the rain, so I looked like I cried
I grabbed a pipe I'm gettin' fried, yeah, high, flier than a bitch
There ain't no joining or enlisting, stay on that side if that makes sense
Got in a whip and it came tinted, I smoke the Backwood, not the Ritz
I get in a Rari, bro hop in a Jaguar, don't need to jump over the fence
Yeah, I see that he fake, I don't need a lens
He playin' pretend again, oh yeah
Big body Benz, so you can't see in
He tryna get past me, he won't get a chance (Won't get a chance)
Baby, let's dance
Take my hand
Let's make some plans
Gonna switch up the pace, I'm losing the race
Yeah, on a track by myself, yeah I can't stay on track by myself
I told you I'm running in place, too many things stuck in my way
Tryna get to the cash today, tryna fill up the stash, okay