Yeah yeah we all in the race

Ay Hit how we gonna lose with s**t like this my n***a

Hit-Boy look

Hit-Boy：

Nightmares in broad day pray I get to sleep

I should A&R the game pick you n***a's beats

Hit-Boy：

Honestly I send hotter s**t to your e-mail

Tedious with the detail

Pickin' a pocket apart callin' a blitz

Gettin' looks from them crackers we all in the Ritz

N***as said they with the s**ts that all was a myth

Marathon pace it out you caught in a sprint

Show me who you are once ain't gotta show me twice

You can't sell like Eminem you look like Obie Trice

Down to take a rubber bullet for my voting rights

Real n***a I ain't gotta sign into no device b***h

F**k being famous you n***as overrated

Pull cards no Vegas Smack DVD Shea Davis

F**k with my Detroit n***as ay Siri play Capers

Big boy toys pushing through the barricade

Got they face lookin' like a episode of Scared Straight

Scared money don't make no money

Diamonds from Cheyenne and my necklace s**t it's stunning

Word to my n***as in the Bay we goin' dummy

Hit-Boy：

Nightmares in broad day pray I get to sleep

I should A&R the game pick you n***a's beats

Hit-Boy：

This ain't a movie or nothing

Black plight associate lootin' Louis with justice

Prayin' for the sons of man and all of my cousins

You ain't piece up on the plan don't come to the function

Look remember playin' my demos and they cut 'em off

Still kept a winner mentality and stayed involved

Losin' myself would be my toughest loss

Catch plays one-handed my era Randy Moss

Grew up playin' quarterback club while my relli bagged up

Wishin' I could stack somethin'

Wilson Middle sixth grade I was tryna crack somethin'

Some n***as gave they life to the Lord now they back thuggin'

Hit-Boy：

Nightmares in broad day pray I get to sleep

I should A&R the game pick you n***a's beats

Facts though

Hit-Boy：

Look makin' it shake 'til my day man this ain't the same

I pick up the pieces every time it's make or break

Base to base hit like Griffey Jr in his playing days

Do it for n***as hustlin'

Tryna get off an onion 'fore the federals bust in

Too many of us strugglin' that's unbecoming

If I'm not gon' be the one to change the world I know my son is

The sky is calm the stars are bright

For real though

What's better than to be in flight

Shoutout Rodney B look

I re-

Hit-Boy：

HB beatin' up the percussion

You waitin' on me to peak I'm just approaching my summit

Since it's going off I'm so close I can touch it

Scouring the lot this summer might get the rose-tint

Downtown divin' in my bag at Dover

Pushin' a toy not talkin' Toyota

Waiting on the call when my dawg say he comin' home

Keep it rock solid even when they throwin' stones

Set me free