Andy Mineo, Jon Bellion - Rat Race lyrics
Andy Mineo [Andrew Aaron Mineo] Syracuse, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
Jon Bellion [Jonathan David Bellion] Lake Grove, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Andy Mineo, Jon Bellion - Rat Race lyrics]
Tell 'em we don't wanna play, yeah, yeah
We're so okay with last place
We already won the game, yeah, yeah
No, we won't run your rat race
This is so disrespectful
I'm sorry that I didn't do it sooner
They talkin' that manure
Snakes comin' for my head, that's Medusa
But watch how I maneuver
I ain't fly, man, I'm lunar
I got no time for high
Opinions with them low commitments
I hear that chatter from a distance
I don't ever listen
Cause art critics just artists
That never made it
What I care what you sayin'
I'm too busy creatin'
I could tell that ya' some crabs
Hatin' on the low tryna shoot my dream down
Cause you never chase your own
I think I struck a nerve
Matter fact I hit a bone
I got a word for them rappers who
Swear that they on the throne
Oh, so you the king of rap
Where your kingdom at?
I got a queen, a fly one, sittin' on my lap
You bought the lie them rappers told ya
I bring it back
That's all I gotta say
Roof your ball, I don't wanna play
Tell 'em we don't wanna play, yeah, yeah
We're so okay with last place
We already won the game, yeah, yeah
No, we won't run your rat race
It's so disrespectful hip-hop raised me
I'm talkin' back to my parents
I dropped that Never Land, yo
I still haven't landed look mama
You don't gotta drop it low
If you raise your standards
Raisin' this banner
Mama raised me with manners
Couldn't put me in a box
How I'm raisin' this brand
It's hard to stay focused with
Standin' in front of cameras
But they don't understand it
They don't see that from my vantage
All glory to the Most High all the praise be
Got them other rappers sweatin' like
They need the AC
It ain't all 'bout who you know
Bleek knew Jay-Z if it you ain't HOT 97
Bad idea tryna play me
I know dudes with so much
Money that it ain't funny
Type of money make you laugh at
Jokes when it ain't funny
Type of money, go outside lookin' bummy
Still bag a supermodel
They don't care if he ugly
It's politics in this game
But ain't no politicians
And I ain't tryna be another
One of fame's victims
Make a name for myself but
Never make a difference
Now, that's all I gotta say
Roof your ball, I don't wanna play
Yeah, roof your ball, I don't wanna play
Yeah, you ain't ever seein' that again
No, I roof your ball, I don't wanna play
Yeah, no kiss it goodbye
Kiss it goodbye killin' me Smalls
Kiss it goodbye
We're so okay with last place
We already won the game, yeah, yeah
No, we won't run your rat race
This is so disrespectful
I'm sorry that I didn't do it sooner
They talkin' that manure
Snakes comin' for my head, that's Medusa
But watch how I maneuver
I ain't fly, man, I'm lunar
I got no time for high
Opinions with them low commitments
I hear that chatter from a distance
I don't ever listen
Cause art critics just artists
That never made it
What I care what you sayin'
I'm too busy creatin'
I could tell that ya' some crabs
Hatin' on the low tryna shoot my dream down
Cause you never chase your own
I think I struck a nerve
Matter fact I hit a bone
I got a word for them rappers who
Swear that they on the throne
Oh, so you the king of rap
Where your kingdom at?
I got a queen, a fly one, sittin' on my lap
You bought the lie them rappers told ya
I bring it back
That's all I gotta say
Roof your ball, I don't wanna play
Tell 'em we don't wanna play, yeah, yeah
We're so okay with last place
We already won the game, yeah, yeah
No, we won't run your rat race
It's so disrespectful hip-hop raised me
I'm talkin' back to my parents
I dropped that Never Land, yo
I still haven't landed look mama
You don't gotta drop it low
If you raise your standards
Raisin' this banner
Mama raised me with manners
Couldn't put me in a box
How I'm raisin' this brand
It's hard to stay focused with
Standin' in front of cameras
But they don't understand it
They don't see that from my vantage
All glory to the Most High all the praise be
Got them other rappers sweatin' like
They need the AC
It ain't all 'bout who you know
Bleek knew Jay-Z if it you ain't HOT 97
Bad idea tryna play me
I know dudes with so much
Money that it ain't funny
Type of money make you laugh at
Jokes when it ain't funny
Type of money, go outside lookin' bummy
Still bag a supermodel
They don't care if he ugly
It's politics in this game
But ain't no politicians
And I ain't tryna be another
One of fame's victims
Make a name for myself but
Never make a difference
Now, that's all I gotta say
Roof your ball, I don't wanna play
Yeah, roof your ball, I don't wanna play
Yeah, you ain't ever seein' that again
No, I roof your ball, I don't wanna play
Yeah, no kiss it goodbye
Kiss it goodbye killin' me Smalls
Kiss it goodbye