Track Race Video (MV)

Ay, runnin' f*ckin' back like a track race, black face, took a little break, just a snack break
Jumped on the stage, made that earthquake, now we drivin' through that liquor store, yeah, I'm faded, gettin' braided
Hands on that motherf*cker, wavin', hazin', they just wanna see my dick, now they glazin', raisin

Yeah, they call me motherf*ckin' Black Jesus, this is Cheesus, gonna eat you up like some Reese's pieces, cut you into pieces, god can only lead us, feelin' like I'm Jesus
Okay back to me now, what you mean Niihau? get down on your knees now
I was in Mexico with the bros, we were choppin' flows like an old hoe

F*ck Jorge, guess he was a real whore, ay, mixin' fentanyl with the alcohol, now he dead
And I hear him every night singin' with the angels like
Rest in peace, Jorge, I didn't like you, tried to kill us twice, but rest in peace, homie
We didn't deserve all that shit, all that shit we went through back in the day

We didn't deserve none of that, homie
Ay, ay, run it back, no, we goin' back to the streets
Now I start swingin' on your door, cuz we bring heat
Got my eyes on the prize, and I came to realize
That I can't see nothin' but the stars in your eyes, now I'm comin' swimmin', cuz I'm always f*ckin' winnin, hid that buddy in the trunk, and I almost gave a f*ck
And my chopper's gonna chop, and my block about to pop, ain't no way I'm gonna stop until I made it to the top
Ay, bro, what's your name, bro
Put it in, put it in, boy, and give me your best gretto

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