Lyrics:
buddy make me wanna slowwww down
20 girls for the road
I dey give them on the low
I go give you all my doe
Bottles popping all night got some Ace for
Raised by the strap, I'm a son of a gun
Raised in the trap, so I ain't scared of nun'
Did 7 figures and I still wasn't done
Made like 2 Mill', I haven't
for fun
They say the only thing I know is how to use a gun
But they don't know the reason they branded me as bad
It started many years ago when I was
boy's hood
Bitch I give 10 fucks about press ups
Stand on my ego, high heels
Can't even match my Unicorn Gundam
421 to the 201
Remember bitch where I
the hood
An independent attitude will make us all feel good
So get it together and change how you think
Make some moves aim high yea and change how you bank
what you did today
But you a bum
And your blood don't even flow
Like it should
Smoking blunts and rap bout guns
And oh you reppin your hood
I rep
thug
I'm rowdy just like rebel
Imma gangster just like 50
I Stay in tha hood like my name was
Ace
Imma champion but I ain't talking clothes
what I create boy, I'm actually great
Homie, I used to stash cracks by the gate
The couple stacks I would make went to Mac on my waist
I could send
jaw
Knock out ya teeth
Then smile and say "Let's go eat"
Red Snapper oysters and fettuccine
Givenchy snakeskin and florals
By Riccardo Tisci
Have you
create
Boy, I'm actually great
Homie, I used to stash cracks by the gate
(aaahh) the couple stacks I would make with
The MAC on my waist
I could send
Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starving
Pushing cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's
But there's a long list of high-profile celebrities
Worldwide
viagra, Dub push your ick backwards
Connect alumni, but the gun high
Bloods and crips and when we touch down we turn niggas hoods 'til the guy
Says grip
an exhaust
Stack up before ya floss for rainy day
Roll the dice break the bank
Wanna be paid in full don't be afraid to ace
Police purging in the hood think
Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starving
Pushing cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's
But there's a long list of high-profile celebrities
high fellas stand by, here's the plan, see
Sit back collectin' TECs and checks and
Flowin' slow in a Montero flexin'
Beats break heavily, word to INS,
high fellas stand by, here's the plan, see
Sit back collectin' TECs and checks and
Flowin' slow in a Montero flexin'
Beats break heavily, word to INS,
hangin' with new ones
I'll go dig up them old rods, I ain't thinkin' about buyin' no new guns
Stuck in the hood, this where my niggas died, kinda hard for
rap and I gave ya'll a way to rhyme
God guides us, from public assistance to high rises
Condos, houses where y'all can't find us
Move on your cliques
Favorite slacks was the baby blue knitted sharkskins
Custom made like the ace of spade
Switching robes when I leave the forum
In the sleeve is a classic
and play your last broken hearted hand
When your dealing cards with death the joker's wild the ace is high
Jack bet the Mississippi River running Elk
beat them cases
First place when I run my races
I work hard and I keep my aces
Here to there I done been them places
Had to man up and tie my laces
My goodness, my gracious, shell told a beat us with the fat blue racist
Hand full of aces, trumped up dumb trunk white wall paces
Drink till you
the melodies, This is for da Hood and niggas that got felonies,
Free my Niggaz in da pen, they lock a black man, they claimed he had a gun so they shot him,
Mi Shove It In After (mmh)
Gyal Yuh Ole Ano Gun It Na Shot No
Sidung Pon Cock Nuh
Pose Tek A Snap Nuh
Ben Suh BloodClaat Back No
Pussy Clean Suh Mi
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