High Speed Games

(What- What- What they talkin' 'bout, Traigo?)

(Ain't no fuckin' way, Chance)

Crib cold, father gone

It's two kids in that car seat, I'm wonderin' what went wrong

I'm him but I ain't that cocky, they stoppin' to come just watch me

I'm doin' this shit like Ali, outside, I ain't been home

I keep on dodgin' feds, this jail time on my head

I do think 'bout them red flags, it's no peace, I ain't dead

I'm way too powerful for my age, I'm best off killed

So many thoughts inside one brain, but his motivation is gettin' the bread

You can fuck every nigga you want you still ain't gettin' no money

You can run up a hunni' in all blues that still don't change you ugly

I can fuck off a million in all cash they still gon' think I'm punchin'

I done built up a rap sheet all bad, they won't trust Go for nothin'

Tryna pin me in, no Insta cashes, I ain't wanna read the books

You can let them make you a modern slave, but not me, that shit cooked

Tryna ball me out, I done built a name, I ain't finna go out like Nuk

Ain't no robbin' me, you ain't gettin' a chain, but somebody life gettin' took

In cars we play high speed games

You can race me home, catch me if you can

My mom would say, "It's a weed thing if you can't love yourself"

So I smoke every strain

You can burn my hands I'm still gon' have that monyon comin' in

He wasn't even the oldest, he seen mama gettin' hit by a man

I could be done in seconds, company good but trust I'm cool without it

Prep up then go in then once you reach that point, go up again

In cars we play high speed games

You can race me home, catch me if you can

My mom would say, "It's a weed thing if you can't love yourself"

So I smoke every strain

Crib cold, father gone

It's two kids in that car seat, I'm wonderin' what went wrong

I'm him but I ain't that cocky, they stoppin' to come just watch me

I'm doin' this shit like Ali, outside, I ain't been home

I keep on dodgin' feds, this jail time on my head

I do think 'bout them red flags, it's no peace, I ain't dead

I'm way too powerful for my age, I'm best off killed

So many thoughts inside one brain, but his motivation is gettin' the bread

You keep on rubbin' it off, but I know this shit hittin' home

I'ma keep on fuckin' it off it's my shit grab ya own

I keep on dumpin' and gettin' it off, we get every gram gone

I need me like ten bedrooms, no loft's, it's killer's here near my dome

I don't wanna reattach none that's burnt, it's ashes, can't be repaired

And I got a bitch who might know her for real, so I can't let none be aired

If I hear a clip like you takin' a pic' I'ma have you sent back where you stayin'

Tryna front for a bitch, got hit with the stick, when his stomach got hit he got scared

Crib cold, father gone

It's two kids in that car seat, I'm wonderin' what went wrong

I'm him but I ain't that cocky, they stoppin' to come just watch me

I'm doin' this shit like Ali, outside, I ain't been home

I keep on dodgin' feds, this jail time on my head

I do think 'bout them red flags, it's no peace, I ain't dead

I'm way too powerful for my age, I'm best off killed

So many thoughts inside one brain, but his motivation is gettin' the bread

(Ain't no fuckin' way, Chance)

His motivation is gettin' the bread

Uh, uh

So many thoughts inside one-

But his motivation is gettin' the bread