Track Meet
[Intro]

"Do ya hear me?"

[Verse: 1]

I gotta get out more
They must not have seen the last score
You can't sneak no shit
Grandmomma crib with the bad floors

Old hoes used to nag us
Now they text, tryna catch up
VIP on the couches
Spilling liquor when you catch us

Living shit you niggas dream of
I live the raps from my younger days
I used to work on shooting fade aways
Then that shit had start to fade away
I just had to push the limit for em
They don't know me like a distant cousin
Claim true blue, that's funny
Online, show ya true colors

Snapchat for ya video
Bamboozled by a silly hoe
Claim you daddy but that's silly tho
Shorty know it wasn't even yours

This the shit you never speak about
Niggas lie bout what they be about
They feel safe in who they be around
Prolly safe until we see em out

Yeah

Come at the boy head you won't get far
Making motion pictures
Making movies
She bouncing on I like it's Pixar

I knew I had it from the gun bang
14, my first mixtape
You was running drills around cones
Pops made ya hoop mixtape
I was on a route to get cake
Then a nigga dropped "Sophomore"
My cousin Quentin sold cd copies of the shit
Said "it should cost more,"

(Man, that shit should've cost more...)

Yeah
15 on my third mixtape
Then I started making beats crank
The 808 would make the crib shake

When niggas still called me Prince though
Jansport held the Gym clothes
Notebooks held written flows
Writing goals tryna go gold

Fast forward to the name change
Nooty left me after couple years
Met shorty, it's the same thing
She still call I just can't hear it

Unfold unfold
Centerfold centerfolds, yeah
Unfold unfold
On these hoes, fuck these hoes
Fuck these bitches still winning
Smiling Grinning Colgate Crest when you see em
Sunday dressed when you see em
Niggas throw up sets but we not bulimic

Then a nigga dropped "CapNGown"
Lemme open up for Tory Lanez
Then they booked me for the Soul show
Swore to Donald we was getting paid

Yeah
19 on my 7th mixtape
Mom's asking bout a scholarship
Me and bro was tryna get paid

I was falling off with what's her name
Had to get another what's her name
Then I broke it off with what's her name
I hit her line she let me fuck again

Valentine's dropped the G.I.R.L. shit
Marissa heard around the world shit
On my maybe too honest, fuck it
I'ma name the songs after girls shit

Yeah
20 years dropped my 12th mixtape
This shit looking like 13
All I know is we gone get paid

She call me Bay like Biscayne
Don't give head but she big head
I'm from where they drink Big Reds
Ya read about it on the internet

Ain't no cattle on the Eastside
It's just clips like knee high
I ain't never even rode a horse
All my niggas hold they head in court

That's why I know I gotta push the Porsche
And Chop the top till the top Murked
Like a Hitman hit the top first
Cuss I ain't tryna do no body work

Shorty come and make the body work
She get around she a common cold
When I was younger I was kinda cold
Now a nigga different kind of cold

See we speak a different kind of code
M950 that's a Calico
They don't wanna see you winning?
Knock em off
Fuck sticking to the Khaled code

She send me location like Khalid though
Denim pants on Salad bowl
I ain't ever had Karats though
But I'm Icee (icy) like Valero

Paterfamilias, take care of the children
The women, my niggas aligned with me (NIGGA)
Hate all you want and that's fine with me (NIGGA)
Cuss I got bars all the time for you (NIGGAS)

I can't be inside ya music video
Sit in ya studio, cuss that'd be silly bro
I just feel like me and you we on different roads
Same city but we both playing different roles

Maybe you
Giving people what people want
You got
All that talent then keep it up

I'm just
Elevating not peaking brah
Success
Not all that I'm seeking brah


[Hook]

I been grinding grinding
For the past week
These dreams make me
Lose sleep

I run laps around these niggas
Track meet
I run laps around these niggas
Track meet

I been grinding grinding
For the past week
These dreams make me
Lose sleep

I run laps around these niggas
Track meet
I run laps around these niggas
Track meet

I run laps around these niggas
Track meet
I run laps around these niggas
Track meet

I run laps around these niggas
Track meet
I run laps around these niggas
Track meet

I been grinding grinding
For the past week
These dreams make me
Lose sleep

I run laps around these niggas
Track meet
I run laps around these niggas
Track meet, ohhh


(Whooo, LAPS, Whooo, LAPS)

RYLTY Shit

[Outro]