High Speed Games

[Chorus]

Crib Cold, Father Gone

It's two kids in that car seat, I'm wondering what went wrong I'm him but I ain't that Cocky they stopping to come just watch me

I'm doing this shit like Ali, Outside, I ain't been home I keep on dodging feds This jail time on my head I do think bout them red flags, its no peace, I ain't dead I'm way too powerful for my age I'm best off killed so many thoughts inside one brain but his motivation is gettin' the bread

[Verse 1]

You can fuck every nigga you want you still ain't gettin' no money

You can run up a hundred in all blues that still don't change you ugly

I can fuck off a million in all cash they still gone think I'm punchin

I done built up a rap sheet all bad they won't trust Go for nothin'

Tryna pin me in, no Insta Cashes I ain't wanna read thе books

You can let them make you a modеrn slave, but not me, that shit cooked

Tryna ball me out, I done built a name, I ain't finna go out like nook

Ain't no robbing me, you ain't getting a chain, but somebody life gettin' took

[Refrain]

In cars we play high speed games you can race me home catch me if you can my mom would say it's a weed thing if you can't love yourself so I smoke every strain

[Verse 2]

You can burn my hands I'm still gone have that munyun comin' in he wasn't even the oldest he seen mama gettin' hit by a man I could be done in seconds company good but trust I'm cool without it prep up then go in then once you reach that point go up again

[Refrain]

In Cars we play high speed games you can race me home catch me if you can my mom would say it's a weed thing if you can't love yourself so I smoke every strain

[Chorus]

Crib cold, father gone

It's 2 kids in that car seat I'm wondering what went wrong I'm him but I ain't that Cocky they stopping to come just watch me I'm doing this shit just like Ali outside I ain't been home I keep on dodging feds this jail time on my head I do think bout them red flags, it's no peace, I ain't dead I'm way too powerful for my age I'm best off killed so many thoughts inside one brain but his motivation is gettin' the bread

[Verse 3]

You keep on rubbing it off, but I know this shit hittin' home I'ma keep on fuckin' it off its my shit grab ya own I keep on dumpin' it gettin' it off we get every gram gon' I need me like 10 bedrooms, no loft's, it's killer's here near my dome I don't wanna reattach none that's burnt it's ashes can't be repaired and I got a bitch who might know her for real so I can't let none be ear her if I hear a clip like you takin' a pic I'ma have you sent back where you stayin' tryna front for a bitch got hit with the stick on his stomach he got hit he got scared

[Chorus]

Crib Cold, Father gone

Its's 2 kids in that car seat I'm wondering what when wrong I'm him but I ain't that Cocky they stopping to come just watch me I'm doing this shit just like ali outside I ain't been home I keep dodging feds this jail time on my head I do think bout them red flags, it's no peace, I ain't dead I'm too powerful for my age I'm best off killed so many thoughts inside one brain but his motivation is gettin' the bread