Текст песни RACING STRIPES - Paris Williams

The kids turned out fine
Figure why rush it
Imma be here for a while
Always got a reason
So don't tell me simmer down
Shimmy Shimmy Ya
Money always on my mind

Left home with a pile full of clothes
Music gear in my car
Let god in and chased the road
Told momma I'm a star
I'll let everybody know
When I find True North
I'mma bring it back home
Just me and Zane whipped up
Speeding on the highway 40 over the limit
600 miles and counting
Pennies out of my denim
Would try to flex this guap
But figure who am I kidding
The starving artistry in him
We just took the next exit
Leaving out of the indies
Same name as the city
Trying to make it to big leagues
Flexed up on these niggas
Pockets still kinda empty
But I changed the approach
Start to level up mentally
Do it all for the kiddies
Please show the world who you are
Life is ruthless but please embrace all your scars
Know going on can get hard
And I was always on guard
But tell em fuck all them whispers
And just remember this song

R.I.P. the guy Nipssey
Told me how to boss up
Stay focused on the goals
It's too early for flossing
Do it for you and your own
So the day that you go
You left them somewhere to grow
They'll fall in love with your soul
Not even 21 and searching for a deeper role
I'm just certain slaving 40 hour weeks
Not how it goes
I want shows on the road
Tour the globe with the bros
And a pretty brown thing
Always keep one of those
Motto is progressive
Hoping that we send a message with our efforts
Ain't no need for second guessing
I'm a leader Momma breeded
And I breathe it never preach it
Rather be it by example
For the young ones in the city
That feel trampled
Never gave us an ample avenue to reverse the damage
Generational trauma still haunting it's such a bastard
They proceeded to judge us off of all of these false standards
Why my cousins a dope boy smart enough to hold Stanford