Rat Race lyrics
by The Game
[Intro]
Yeah (Put that petrol), n*gga
(Mhm)
Back to makin' this classic sh*t, you know what I’m sayin'?
[Chorus]
I ain't got no fears of the top, heels on the blade
Fingers full of rocks, drove a yacht through my wave
When they shut down the Backpage
f*ck it, got that Cash App goin’ brazy
Work like a slave, pay your car notes and all
Dress up for fame to compete with the stars
It's a rat race
n*gga, it's a rat race
[Verse]
n*gga, I'm what this hustlin' made me
The real ones out my circle shape me
Even when her feelings hurt, she pay me
I'm not perfect, baby
All them n*ggas in that hearse, they hate me
Dig my real ones out the earth, don't thank me
Fremont raised me
Catted off and my dog caught rabies
And my catalog is all that HD
Don't make me wait please
Take too long? That’s late fees
I break redbones, you break even
On God and demons
When I kneel and pray up to the skies
Am I quotin’ holy scripts or is it lies?
Who decides who live or dies?
No, my codefendant won't get no surprise
Take mines and put his off to the side
Let my middle finger rise high, I be outside if I want to
Send an addy, on God, I’ma rush through
I stop n*ggas, finna slide on that one fool
n*ggas swallowin' they pride like it's lunch food
Ooh, I pull up and you hide, you a chump-chump-chump
And that n*gga ain't alive if he ridin’ in my trunk
Trumped-up charges on my dog 'nem
Flights out of Boston, eatin' frog limbs
Blue face, pink face, gettin' all 'em
When I had the heat case, couldn't call them
Orange 10s in a sports Benz, ain't no Porsches
Top drop on the 110, it's like it's morphin'
Scorchin', southeast, Orleans & Yorkin'
She need endorsements, them Porsche wings got her snorkelin'
Fortunes, money spent, but it's bringin' more in
Born in, if it ain't me, it ain't important
[Chorus]
I ain't got no fears of the top, heels on the blade
Fingers full of rocks, drove a yacht through my wave
When they shut down the Backpage
Got that Cash App goin' brazy
Work like a slave, pay your car notes and all
Dress up for fame to compete with the stars
It's a rat race
n*gga, it's a rat race
I ain't got no fears of the top, heels on the blade
Fingers full of rocks, drove a yacht through my wave
When they shut down the Backpage
(f*ck it), got that Cash App goin' brazy
Work like a slave, pay your car notes and all
Dress up for fame to compete with the stars
It's a rat race
n*gga, it's a rat race
I ain't got no fears of the top, heels on the blade
Fingers full of rocks, drove a yacht through my wave
When they shut down the Backpage
Got that Cash App goin' brazy
Work like a slave, pay your car notes and all
Dress up for fame to compete with the stars
It's a rat race
n*gga, it's a rat race
Got that Cash App goin' brazy