Artist: Wiz Khalifa Album: Rolling Papers Song: The Race Typed by: stillswish@yahoo.com [Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1] The world turnin, the weed burnin Them haters talkin, I keep earnin Know some who say lifes a bitch Well I'ma keep flirtin And fuck that bitch for the money and Louie V purchases Old folks jock my car cause they know just what this is Niggaz flexin' hard with no bars, they got weak servants Keep verses, Mortal Kombat Look at my ring, if I aint ballin' bitch then what you call that Nothin but net, ain't back cause I never left I did everythin right nigga better yet Roll a blunt for the niggaz thats around us Somethin like a contractor buildin from the ground up Now just (Ooooooh) Twist up this weed Realise that you in the presence of a G Don't fuck up my paper meanin my cheese Or the ones I use to roll up my trees Fuck it, you know what I mean [Chorus] I'm riding round, smoking, my music aloud Kinda do my thing, no disrespect to the niggas before me Some smile up in your face but then they on the low Now I just stunt on my own Now I just stunt on my own I'm in a race, and taking the winners place No foot on the brakes One of the best, homie thats what they call me It's lonely at the top, aint no company so Now I just stunt on my own Now I just stunt on my own [Wiz Khalifa - Verse 2] See me, when I'm alone, wishin they could fuck with me My ex calling my phone, wishin she could stunt with me But I'm just riding dog, doing a buck fifty Stunting like Jet Li, boat houses and Jet Ski's Thirty on the flight, ice like the Gretsky's My dime pieces only recognize the best tree's Treat ‘em like I don't need ‘em boy, you best believe You in her face, I let her breath (Ooooooh) From debated on, to waited on From hated on, to the nigga they put they cake up on Cause we are, Young Movie stars Cause we are, Young Movie stars [Chorus] (Ooooooh, oooh, ooo-oo-oooooh) (Ooooooh, oooh, ooo-oo-oooooh) (Ooooooh, oooh, ooo-oo-oooooh) [Wiz Khalifa - Verse 3] O-ooo-oh, now I just stunt on my own Bitches aint say shit to me but now they won't leave me alone Used to walk the other way But now they all come to my home And they callin my phone, cause my paper was looong Nothin, they aint singin my song Get hired up, if they want than I bring them along We flyin up, now you want me to take it all off Me to take it all off Tell a bitch I'ma ball and I'ma buy a new crib for my niggaz and all Cause I remember days we'd sit and picture it all Nigga swear I'd leave or pictured I'd fall Countin reasons why they hate, your bitch think I'm a star Cause we are, young, gifted, not to mention out here makin muthaf-ckin millions Yeah, I said it, muthafuckin millions Got my money up, I'm in the building [Chorus]