Finish Line - Daye Jack

Told myself you gotta free that guy

The one inside who’ll never be denied

Fuck the lies fake bros they won’t shine

I realize ain’t no leisure time

I came to conquer bring niggas down

I’m so bright had to leave em behind

I’m too ahead kiss my fit behind

Run this shit sprinting through your mind like

I got the gold I think I’m gonna win

Race in the morning damn, get to moving

I got the gold I think I’m gonna win

Race in the morning damn, get to moving

Finish line

Finish line

Get to moving finish line

Cross that finish line

I’m a monster I’m rude I’m black

Gimme diamond watch gimme platinum plaque

I’m a goon to some I make due with that

Ain’t here to small talk don’t need to chat

Know that I was made in a lab

The scientist screaming oh my god

Give him swagger a tone beach bod

Let him the streets let the nigga die

What it mean to be great when you at halftime

When you 20s years old never had a touchdown

When you losing control, all your brothers been gone

Ya confused ya alone never earned you dime

Are you ready for it

Cause I’m going for it

Can you take it

Cause I’m going for it

Feeling heavy don’t pay it no mind

Tell yourself that you one of a kind

You so fancy, you sweating now

Run this shit set the record child

Feeling heavy don’t pay it no mind

Tell yourself that you one of a kind

You so fancy, you sweating now

Run this shit keep running child