Off to the race
I need the cake
Phillipe for some steak
We gotta eat great
All i do is run it up
In the field yeah i pray
Im stuck in my ways
I need the, i need the cake
I need the what!
I need the cake
Off to the race
Phillipe for some steak
We gotta eat great
All i do is run it up
In the field yeah i pray
Im stuck in my ways
I need the, i need the cake
All alone in the gritty ain't nobody paid the way
Found my own route out the maze, mommy praying that i'm saved
Bundle up its a cold world don't fold nigga don't curl
In the hood its never love, so i went and cop a snub
Specs on like a nerd, i could tell you bout the curve
I was sipping on a quarter water, flipping whole quarters to a bird
Politicking i ain't into that, young nigga i was in the trap
Spend it all then i get it back, catch me where the money at
Betty Crocker with the cake, used to run from the jakes
And i still say my grace, when there was nothing to eat on my plate
Scato blue face on a chase, i'm from where it aint safe
Like the path from the next base, taking spots like a toupee
Off to the race
I need the cake
Phillipe for some steak
We gotta eat great
All i do is run it up
In the field yeah i pray
Im stuck in my ways
I need the, i need the cake
I need the what! I need the cake
Off to the race
Phillipe for some steak
We gotta eat great
All i do is run it up
In the field yeah i pray
Im stuck in my ways
I need the, i need the cake
Off to the race, dam i gotta get out of this place
Out of the gutter, gotta get momma a wonderful place
Thank god for the blessings, i do not eat without saying my grace
I learn from everything i been through, it made me who i am today
No room for mistakes, got money to make
If you ain't talking bout big faces get out of my face
I gotta chase moving at a cheetah's pace
Bubba keep going i got my foot off the brakes
Feeling like Biggie from back in the days i gotta have faith
We come from a place where you don't make it out i gotta escape
Better get up and get off your ass it's never too late
I know success gotta wonderful taste i'm off to the race
Remember the times like Michael Jack there was nothing on my plate
For breakfast lunch and dinner use to eat frosted flakes
I need my paper stacking like a book your not on my page
They say i'm black but i stay with the green i don't have a race
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Off to the race
I need the cake
Phillipe for some steak
We gotta eat great
All i do is run it up
In the field yeah i pray
Im stuck in my ways
I need the, i need the cake
I need the what!
I need the cake
Off to the race
Phillipe for some steak
We gotta eat great
All i do is run it up
In the field yeah i pray
Im stuck in my ways
I need the, i need the cake
All alone in the gritty ain't nobody paid the way
Found my own route out the maze, mommy praying that i'm saved
Bundle up its a cold world don't fold nigga don't curl
In the hood its never love, so i went and cop a snub
Specs on like a nerd, i could tell you bout the curve
I was sipping on a quarter water, flipping whole quarters to a bird
Politicking i ain't into that, young nigga i was in the trap
Spend it all then i get it back, catch me where the money at
Betty Crocker with the cake, used to run from the jakes
And i still say my grace, when there was nothing to eat on my plate
Scato blue face on a chase, i'm from where it aint safe
Like the path from the next base, taking spots like a toupee
Off to the race
I need the cake
Phillipe for some steak
We gotta eat great
All i do is run it up
In the field yeah i pray
Im stuck in my ways
I need the, i need the cake
I need the what! I need the cake
Off to the race
Phillipe for some steak
We gotta eat great
All i do is run it up
In the field yeah i pray
Im stuck in my ways
I need the, i need the cake
Off to the race, dam i gotta get out of this place
Out of the gutter, gotta get momma a wonderful place
Thank god for the blessings, i do not eat without saying my grace
I learn from everything i been through, it made me who i am today
No room for mistakes, got money to make
If you ain't talking bout big faces get out of my face
I gotta chase moving at a cheetah's pace
Bubba keep going i got my foot off the brakes
Feeling like Biggie from back in the days i gotta have faith
We come from a place where you don't make it out i gotta escape
Better get up and get off your ass it's never too late
I know success gotta wonderful taste i'm off to the race
Remember the times like Michael Jack there was nothing on my plate
For breakfast lunch and dinner use to eat frosted flakes
I need my paper stacking like a book your not on my page
They say i'm black but i stay with the green i don't have a race
I need the cake
Phillipe for some steak
We gotta eat great
All i do is run it up
In the field yeah i pray
Im stuck in my ways
I need the, i need the cake
I need the what!
I need the cake
Off to the race
Phillipe for some steak
We gotta eat great
All i do is run it up
In the field yeah i pray
Im stuck in my ways
I need the, i need the cake
All alone in the gritty ain't nobody paid the way
Found my own route out the maze, mommy praying that i'm saved
Bundle up its a cold world don't fold nigga don't curl
In the hood its never love, so i went and cop a snub
Specs on like a nerd, i could tell you bout the curve
I was sipping on a quarter water, flipping whole quarters to a bird
Politicking i ain't into that, young nigga i was in the trap
Spend it all then i get it back, catch me where the money at
Betty Crocker with the cake, used to run from the jakes
And i still say my grace, when there was nothing to eat on my plate
Scato blue face on a chase, i'm from where it aint safe
Like the path from the next base, taking spots like a toupee
Off to the race
I need the cake
Phillipe for some steak
We gotta eat great
All i do is run it up
In the field yeah i pray
Im stuck in my ways
I need the, i need the cake
I need the what! I need the cake
Off to the race
Phillipe for some steak
We gotta eat great
All i do is run it up
In the field yeah i pray
Im stuck in my ways
I need the, i need the cake
Off to the race, dam i gotta get out of this place
Out of the gutter, gotta get momma a wonderful place
Thank god for the blessings, i do not eat without saying my grace
I learn from everything i been through, it made me who i am today
No room for mistakes, got money to make
If you ain't talking bout big faces get out of my face
I gotta chase moving at a cheetah's pace
Bubba keep going i got my foot off the brakes
Feeling like Biggie from back in the days i gotta have faith
We come from a place where you don't make it out i gotta escape
Better get up and get off your ass it's never too late
I know success gotta wonderful taste i'm off to the race
Remember the times like Michael Jack there was nothing on my plate
For breakfast lunch and dinner use to eat frosted flakes
I need my paper stacking like a book your not on my page
They say i'm black but i stay with the green i don't have a race
Writer: Germaine Valladares, Juan Mejia
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: The Campaign Bubba Bloomberg Scato
Length: 3:23
Written by: Germaine Valladares, Juan Mejia