Don Quez - Rat Race

Pursuit to find happiness
Who get to the bag the fastest wins
All of us act against
Each other so we gotta act a mess
We flexing and flash our shit
Your status got you slap on wrist
This money got records
Immaculate
This money turn girls to actresses
It's funny how money
Can mass convince
The vast and get you to act like this
Bodybag in my Acura
I'll kill a man
If I have to Bitch
Bag a bitch
Put a bitch out
Like out you bitch
Running for miles and miles I'm quick
Going rounds rounds And lounge and shit
Announcing this And that
Actor shit To make the gram look popping
Cant be rich and famous while you layin in a coffin
Chopper in the whip
You won't pop it
Less they watching
Y'all be pocket watching
Judge your profit by your options
I see it all
In out race against time
I see it all
Keep your foot behind the line
I see it all
You can't take none of my shine
I see it all
You can't take nothing that's mine

Look in the mirror
See my enemy surrounded
By Imaginary enemies, In pursuit
We still Moving trying to get a piece
And pay the price
Trade my life
For this legacy

Fuck the pain (pain)
Flood the wrist (wrist)
This a chase (this a chase)
Fuck with this (fuck with this)
This a race (this a race)
I gotta win (I gotta win)
Safe to say (safe to say)
This ain't the end (this ain't the end)
Fuck the pain (pain)
Flood the wrist (wrist)
This a chase (this a chase)
Fuck with this (fuck with this)
This a race (this a race)
I gotta win (I gotta win)
Safe to say (safe to say)
This ain't the end (this ain't the end)

Forever get my way
And If I don't then its all a waste
I move fast when they say slow down
Gotta pick up it cause this shit a race
Everybody sprint to the bag
And the fame
Cause the money and a name
Is everything
Rat race to the money bag
I'm on a hunt like everyday
I'm in a race
Stay in your lane
All of this pressure on my brain
Don't wanna play catch-up in future
So I gotta get this shit today
When the shot fires then it's ándele
I don't get tired when I run to the bank
I Got a tank full gas
And a flask of the Hen when we done lets celebrate

Look in the mirror
See my enemy
Surrounded
Be Imaginary enemies
In pursuit
We still
Moving tryna get piece
And pay the price
Trade my life
For this legacy

Take a shot hope you proud of me
Desperate calls
Calls for things
Outta my reach
Maybe God
I'snt guiding me
This a race that I must win

Take a shot hope you proud of me
Desperate calls
Calls for things
Outta my reach
Maybe God
Isn't guiding me

This a race that I must win
Desperate calls
Calls for things
Outta my reach
Maybe God
Isn't guiding me
This a race that I must win
This a race that I must win

Take a shot hope you proud of me
Desperate calls
Calls for things
Outta my reach
Maybe God
Isn't guiding me
This a race that I must win

Written by:
Brandon Vazquez

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