Inside Job
Lyrics
R.I.P. to the state
F.A. to the front with a bag on your face
Yale at the center of the race
Caught up with a bag
While he runs to the center of the base
Where the shit take place
We in the race
We in the ra- ra- ra- race
We in the race
Double R
Rock a Beamer with a double R
And a double arm
Bitch I'm arms deep
With the arms to my teeth
Where the motherfuckin' state be
I'm deep in the back
Where these dumb motherfuckers think the state be
We in the race
Double R
Rock a Beamer with a double R
Double R
Rock a Beamer with a
With a
Ra- ra- ra- race
Hand in the tapes
I'm a threat to the nape
I'm a dead these motherfuckers
We got cams on their face
Feel the bass rock
When the bombs drop
We the ops of the ops of the ops
And we can't stop
Hollow to the core
'Bout to pop a couple more
Myc judging Judy
Man, the deep is full of whores
'Bout to spread around my spores
We in the race
We in the race
Writer(s): Drew Hiltbrand
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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