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letra de off to the race - l.a.rry l.a.vell

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those that are starvin will eat from your plate, streets nor the bank with your money is safe/

ballin to win, and yall playin to play, thats were they stupid, they think its a game/

stand and believe on your 10 everyday, speak to existence and that is the fate/

came from the bottom and didn’t complain, doin the dash now its off to the race/
we tell the time and thats not with patek, know by the commas that run through the check/

carry the money with bulletproof vests, taking no chances we gotta protеct/

land and foundation we built from the sweat, city of champs prеpared to get swept/

scorin to win with a captial w, 23rd letter we bred from the west/

verse 1

give you the game we are willing and able, bring us the paper we got you on staples/

we do no mustang our shooters a stallion, plenty of horses that live in the stables/

say they connected, why they unstable, true to thyself, so we see thru the fables/

jockin our style, and playin it back, but they leavin them scratches when turnin the tables/

hook

those that are starvin will eat from your plate, streets nor the bank with your money is safe/

ballin to win, and yall playin to play, thats were they stupid, they think its a game/

stand and believe on your 10 everyday, speak to existence and that is the fate/

came from the bottom and didn’t complain, doin the dash now its off to the race/

we tell the time and thats not with patek, know by the commas that run through the check/

carry the money with bulletproof vests, taking no chances we gotta protect/

land and foundation we built from the sweat, city of champs prepared to get swept/

scorin to win with a captial w, 23rd letter we bred from the west/

verse 2

takin the shots, one hundred percent, havin the scope and its paired with a beam/

takin the shots, ain’t passin it up, but we will alley oop it to the team/

ready for war, we ain’t no punks, 12 on the clock when we spray from the pump/
look at what eve came and did to her man, how did it adam make it out with no jump/

hook

those that are starvin will eat from your plate, streets nor the bank with your money is safe/

ballin to win, and yall playin to play, thats were they stupid, they think its a game/

stand and believe on your 10 everyday, speak to existence and that is the fate/

came from the bottom and didn’t complain, doin the dash now its off to the race/

we tell the time and thats not with patek, know by the commas that run through the check/

carry the money with bulletproof vests, taking no chances we gotta protect/

land and foundation we built from the sweat, city of champs prepared to get swept/

scorin to win with a captial w, 23rd letter we bred from the west/

- l a rry l a vell

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