Lyrics The Race - Mr. Bomb

Real ones gon' link in the end
Don't play pretend
Stand for myself that's what I represent
My notebook got drip from the ink in the pen
I had to clear off the lens
And make sure this shit was real life
They want me to make an appearance
But when I pull up it don't feel right
Piping her down make her feel right
She had an ass and I made her laugh
So I had to ask if she had a man
She finished first and I finished last
We both got that nut and now she just a fan
Moving the kush on the campus too fast
Homie don't trip on the past
Move to the future my foot on the gas
T!M on the feature the speakers on blast

I'm winning the race
I told um to wait and see
I said fuck out my face
Know ya'll can't do it like me
They thinking it's fake
Like maybe it's Maybelline
Got a lot on my plate
And I want some more to eat

Got a lot of hate in your heart
It ain't all that hard to see how far you truly are
From where you really wanna be
No I can't do that shit tomorrow
That won't get me where I wanna be
I see who you truly are and I can tell you just a wanna be

Piece of my heart and a part of me
She really wanna get it hard for me
Can't have it she cutting her arteries
I'm on a conquest to cut out commodities
Ya'll need to stop with the robberies
Quality stacked over quantity
Find peace and get lost in the harmonies
Stay true to myself ain't no stopping me

I'm winning the race
I told um to wait and see
I said fuck out my face
Know ya'll can't do it like me
They thinking it's fake
Like maybe it's Maybelline
Got a lot on my plate
And I want some more to eat

Hop in the booth I'm unlocking my loot
Used to make heat now we dropping it too
Cuz my mind need a steak and a salad with soup
And your boy need a wraith with the stars in the roof
See me on stage now they call me that dude
They asked me what changed I just tell em I grew
The same way a tree would explain it's own roots
So I don't waste time I decide then I move
I go back and forth like Wimbledon
Roll the dice I bet I win again
Whole life I've been chasing dividends
Time to celebrate and let the women in
I need a blunt and a bottle too
I always do what I gotta do
We only win cuz we follow through
Ya'll always lose cuz you follow suit

I'm winning the race
I told um to wait and see
I said fuck out my face
Know ya'll can't do it like me
They thinking it's fake
Like maybe it's Maybelline
Got a lot on my plate
And I want some more to eat