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