Wiz Khalifa – The Race Lyrics

The Race

Wiz Khalifa

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"The Race." - Wiz Khalifa

Saturday, 24 October 2026, 12:25 am

Album: Rolling Papers

Track No: 07

Yeah
It's nothing new
'Cause this exactly what I do
Uh, what up, E?
The good weed's list on this one
Yeah
I'm riding by myself, uh
Yup, uh
The world turning, the weed burning
Them haters talking, I keep earning
Know some who say life's a bitch
Well I'ma keep flirting and fuck that bitch
For the money and Louie V purchases
Old folks jock my car 'cause they know
Just what this is
**** flexing hard with no bars
They got weak service
Keep verses, Mortal Kombat
Look at my ring, if I ain't balling, bitch
Then what you call that
Nothing but net, ain't back 'cause I never left
I did everything right, ****, better yet
Rolling bomb for the **** that's around us
Something like a contractor building
From the ground up
Now just, oh, twist up this weed
Realize you're in the presence of a G
Don't fuck up my paper, meaning my G's
Or the one's I use to roll up my trees
Fuck it, you know what I mean
I'm riding 'round, smoking my music up loud
Tryna do my thing, no disrespect to the **** before me
Some smile up in your face, but then hate on the low
Now I just stunt on my own, now I just stunt on my own
I'm in a race and taking the winner's place
No foot on the brakes, one of the best, homie
That's what they call me
It's lonely at the top, ain't no company, so
Now I just stunt on my own, now I just stunt on my own
See me when I'm alone, wishing they could fuck with me
My ex calling my phone, wishing she could stunt with me
But I'm just riding, dawg, doing above fifty
Stunting like Jet Li, boat houses and jet skis
Thirty on the flight, iced like the Gretzkys
My dime pieces only recognize the best trees
Treat 'em like I don't need 'em, boy, you best believe
You in her face, I let her breathe
Oh, from debated on to waited on
From hated on to the **** they put they cake up on
'Cause we are, young movie stars
'Cause we are, young movie stars
I'm riding 'round, smoking my music up loud
Tryna do my thing, no disrespect to the **** before me
Some smile up in your face, but then hate on the low
Now I just stunt on my own, now I just stunt on my own
I'm in a race and taking the winner's place
No foot on the brakes, one of the best, homie
That's what they call me
It's lonely at the top, ain't no company, so
Now I just stunt on my own, now I just stunt on my own
Uh uh oh, now I just stunt on my own
Bitches ain't say shit to me, but now they won't leave me alone
Used to walk the other way but now they all come to my home
And they calling my phone 'cause my paper is long
Burning nothing, they singing my songs
Get high'd up if they want, then I bring them along
We flying up, girl, you won't need a ticket at all, need a ticket at all
Tell 'em, bitch, I'ma ball
And I'ma buy a new crib for my **** and all
'Cause I remember days we sit and pictured it all
**** swore I leave or pictured I fall
Counting reasons why they hate, your bitch think I'm a star
('Cause we are) Young, gifted, not to mention
Out here making motherfucking millions
Yeah, I said it, motherfucking millions
Got my money up, I'm in the building
I'm riding 'round, smoking my music up loud
Tryna do my thing, no disrespect to the **** before me
Some smile up in your face, but then hate on the low
Now I just stunt on my own, now I just stunt on my own
I'm in a race and taking the winner's place
No foot on the brakes, one of the best, homie
That's what they call me
It's lonely at the top, ain't no company, so
Now I just stunt on my own, now I just stunt on my own

Writer(s): Cameron Jibril Thomaz & Eric Dan.

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