finish line / drown
chance the rapper
they ain't teaching taxes in school
it don't even matter. i was acting a fool
but who would think their raps would turn into racks?
scars on my head. i'm the boy who lived
the boy love playing when the boy too sick
i've been lying to my body
last year got addicted to xans
started forgetting my name
and starting missing my chance
la for four months end up leaving right back
i'm in love with my city bitch
he just siting there waiting
i'll be racing up the stairs. i'mma get to the gate singing
all my days i prayed and prayed and now i see the finish line
all my days i prayed and prayed and now i see the finish line
i need the kind from space jam
me and my girl plan to stay to the end
hope there never come a day where we be better as friends
we in a marathon we could build a marriage on
arguments as parents digging deeper than a baritone
i've been getting blocked just trying to make songs with friends
labels told me to my face that they own my friends
i got to pray i got to pray
like hammer after 2 legit"