McD Lyrics

Niggas wana run my race

Better not run my lane

I just my pace, blaze, don't call that Usain

I got 99 problems, but I know I got game

I know Mac like Donald's, n I know Mac like tray

Niggas wana run my race

Better not run my lane

I just my pace, blaze, don't call that Usain

I got 99 problems, but I know I got game

I know Mac like Donald's, n I know Mac like tray

Me n my niggas tryna jump the border, tryna see what's up in the land of promise

It's tight knit like blood and water, you n your niggas like oil n water

Me n my square, all is fair ', you n your circle cutting corners

This my fam like mother father, this my fam like son n daughter

None of our whips imported, that's coz we know what's important

I heard you heard I was shook, y'all niggas must be misinformed

Missing roofs, bonnet boots, glistening shoes on all your foreigns

Me n my groupies jump in the hooptie, some of our whips got missing doors

Who's a boss? , choose a sport, choose a court, you can start

That's when we'll see who got balls, that's when we'll see who's in charge

I give my kids food for thought, y'all niggas fight for a losing cause

Don't be fooled by the new kid cool shit , you just proved your views are false

Niggas wana run my race

Better not run my lane

I just my pace, blaze, don't call that Usain

I got 99 problems, but I know I got game

I know Mac like Donald's, n I know Mac like tray

Niggas wana run my race

Better not run my lane

I just my pace, blaze, don't call that Usain

I got 99 problems, but I know I got game

I know Mac like Donald's, n I know Mac like tray

Should I put down my sword, should I give up my cause

Naw, coz all this weight on me, it made my shoulders broad

I take a moment, pause, I sit alone in thought

I give thanks to the Lord for the wins, but how do I process loss

Everybody knows I'm gorgeous, I'm the only one not sure

Everybody knows I'm the best in the game the I'm the only one that knows I'm more

Shoulders cold as hell, frozen to the core

I'm so close to hell, push me to the floor

At a time in my life I'm not supposed to score, I got for more

And the heart that I wear on my sleeve is haute couture, por favor

That's that drip like Jack and Rose over board

And day that I'm 1 to 4 on the billboard better not hold the applause

Niggas wana run my race

Better not run my lane

I just my pace, blaze, don't call that Usain

I got 99 problems, but I know I got game

I know Mac like Donald's , n I know Mac like tray

Niggas wana run my race

Better not run my lane

I just my pace, blaze, don't call that Usain

I got 99 problems, but I know I got game

I know Mac like Donald's, n I know Mac like tray