l.a.rry l.a.vell – off to the race lyrics
hook
those that are starvin will eat from your plate, streets nor the bank with your money is safe/
ballin to win, and yall playin to play, thats were they stupid, they think its a game/
stand and believe on your 10 everyday, speak to existence and that is the fate/
came from the bottom and didn’t complain, doin the dash now its off to the race/
we tell the time and thats not with patek, know by the commas that run through the check/
carry the money with bulletproof vests, taking no chances we gotta protеct/
land and foundation we built from the sweat, city of champs prеpared to get swept/
scorin to win with a captial w, 23rd letter we bred from the west/
verse 1
give you the game we are willing and able, bring us the paper we got you on staples/
we do no mustang our shooters a stallion, plenty of horses that live in the stables/
say they connected, why they unstable, true to thyself, so we see thru the fables/
jockin our style, and playin it back, but they leavin them scratches when turnin the tables/
hook
those that are starvin will eat from your plate, streets nor the bank with your money is safe/
ballin to win, and yall playin to play, thats were they stupid, they think its a game/
stand and believe on your 10 everyday, speak to existence and that is the fate/
came from the bottom and didn’t complain, doin the dash now its off to the race/
we tell the time and thats not with patek, know by the commas that run through the check/
carry the money with bulletproof vests, taking no chances we gotta protect/
land and foundation we built from the sweat, city of champs prepared to get swept/
scorin to win with a captial w, 23rd letter we bred from the west/
verse 2
takin the shots, one hundred percent, havin the scope and its paired with a beam/
takin the shots, ain’t passin it up, but we will alley oop it to the team/
ready for war, we ain’t no punks, 12 on the clock when we spray from the pump/
look at what eve came and did to her man, how did it adam make it out with no jump/
hook
those that are starvin will eat from your plate, streets nor the bank with your money is safe/
ballin to win, and yall playin to play, thats were they stupid, they think its a game/
stand and believe on your 10 everyday, speak to existence and that is the fate/
came from the bottom and didn’t complain, doin the dash now its off to the race/
we tell the time and thats not with patek, know by the commas that run through the check/
carry the money with bulletproof vests, taking no chances we gotta protect/
land and foundation we built from the sweat, city of champs prepared to get swept/
scorin to win with a captial w, 23rd letter we bred from the west/
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