Rat Race!

[Verse 1: Darion Harris] Swear y'all love God, but put the sus in Jesus They in lines, to switch up on niggas like Addidas Genesis to this shit, better call me Remus Touch grass broke niggas, why you move so treeless? Move more desperate than them overdue leases Yeah, I’m Lord of land, lemme show you what them is keys is DJ envy, that type facetious Southern girls always down just to show me them peaches Resses pieces, sweeter than the love Venus But I'm still egregious, nigga Dumb niggas still asking me what a niche is And I tell 'em that I do what I want, nigga [Hook: Darion Harris] I’m the M-A-N, in the streets I'm the G-O-D, yeah, to me Yeah, I do what what I want to be free Rat race got niggas obsessed with fucking cheese [Verse 2: jev.] Who would have thought A nigga made it with no applause Got distant relatives a nigga owe a call Or maybe vice vers Keep it 2 50's Oh he that fashion motherfucker with the Gucci frames, uh Grew up, never needed validation 23, living like I fucking made it Y'all going platinum and gold, I go vibranium hoe Shit is alien, hoe, we filling stadiums, hoe You ain't real as they come, but you real when you come Stay cool, diamonds on they chris breezy White boy money, know I make a G eazy My feelings doing cartwheels, entangled, I'm feeling like Will See first thing first, R.I.P. to Uncle Phil R.I.P. to my pops, some shit a nigga feel Wonder if his proud, man, how that nigga feel Fuck this rap shit, never let a nigga live [Verse 3: Darion Harris] They live and they die by the hook they rap fishing Yet they worried the fashion is Can you please Reel it in, Mr. John Wilson Boy you get ain't no play, had to teach you what the condom is [Hook: Darion Harris] I'm the M-A-N, in the streets I’m the G-O-D, yeah, to me Yeah, I do what what I want to be free Rat race got niggas obsessed with fucking cheese