The Race By Amagiri Young

The Race By Amagiri Young

Song - The Race

 

“Everybody racing for the doe

some pretend, some stick to the code

everybody racing for the doe

some win, some a never know”

Verse 1

Pull up in that Lincoln conto

Balling out like Lonzo 

Holla at el Choppo you know how i get down 

Summertime Colorado bitch you know i got doe 

Holla at ya uncle i need a couple pounds...

Repping the hood

I’m banging my hood 

I’m repping my set, my town 

My state that boy get cake 

You ya boy putting it down 

i see that hate, i smell that hate 

The Jealousy written all on ya face 

Fuck you nigga you know you fake 

Nigga you know how i get down...

Murder the case they gave me 

Nigga ya crazy 

i need the chicken, the gravy 

The biscuit, hit that nigga in his head w the biscuit 

come around tripping 

Dig it, you niggaz don’t really want kisses 

I’m talking about death boy 

Fuck w the chef boy 

From the right to the left boy

I’m the best boy won’t settle for less boy 

i bought me a vest boy 

A tech boy and a AR hit these niggaz from far 

got a foreign bitch at the bar trying to get her back to the car 

To the condo with a star

You niggaz know who we are 

“Everybody racing for the doe

some pretend, some stick to the code

everybody racing for the doe

some win, some a never know”

Verse 2

Got me racing in the fast lane 

100 Miles steady mashing 

100 grand on a crap game 

60 yards and i’m dashing 

Whip the hard, break it off,

 mix the Henny thug passion 

Them tough niggaz be acting 

Call ya bluff nigga get it cracking 

Got a couple killers in Manhattan 

They known for catching niggaz lacking

I’m a legend bitch bob Baklin 

With London bitch she got a accent  

She suck it up ain’t ask her 

Got a weed connect from Alaska 

That a ghost nigga like Casper 

Real niggaz no actors 

Fresh in field nigga no practice 

i can take you church no pastor

Crossing me is disaster 

When I fuck her she tell me go faster 

Do a buck in the truck no laughter 

Got a couple slimes  in Atlanta 

 niggaz on their grind out in Tampa 

A couple bitches trying to be dancers

 you got a question bitch i’m the answer 

Black n milds causing me cancer 

In the streets w grills green lantern 

In the streets w grills green lantern 

U know what it is ain’t a game nigga 

Handling ya biz do ya thing nigga 

The fire the torch the flame nigga 

Real Geez we bang nigga 

“Everybody racing for the doe

some pretend, some stick to the code

everybody racing for the doe

some win, some a never know”

Amagiri Young