H W T A (feat. BlacQ Ace056)

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Nayyow Haze Soul

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Yes sir
I don't know
What ya'll niggas thought
Talking 'bout the come up
Man that shit's got a cost
Goons in the ghetto
Going straight to the top
Niggas say they trap
But we never get caught
If I gotta call my amigos
We finna take off
I know a couple niggas
That have went off set
Ace too sick
These bars I cough
I know a couple niggas
That have been upset

This the return of the beast
They tried to slay me
But I had to eat
Been hibernating
I needed a feast
These rapper no matches
I got the heat like a tattoo
I'm getting under their skin
Flows leave em wasted
Something like gin
Lines like a choir of choppers
Middle finger up
Nigga I'm making em sing
Somebody gon die in this scene

All of because of
The shit you done started
I promise my nigga
If you're bringing your team
I take care of them
Like an egg in the garden
That be wassup when I'm in the zone
You cannot hang
You don't got the ropes
Been at the bottom like I was a toe
Now I gotta show you
That these niggas know

If that shit ain't black then it's fake
Guess I'm up
Bitch I'm hazy with the ace
Been tryna eat
Put that money on the plate
Ain't no rushing it
Still up on that chase
Know how go
So we're steady with the pace
F*ck up the game
Like it's booty in the face
Decimate everybody in the way
Plant you like a seed
We don't gotta wait

Straight, straight
Straight from the Ville
In Krd
In the Free State
That is where I be
Straight, straight
Straight from the Ville
Oh five six

I'm hazy
Hazy With The Ace
Man, I'm crazy
I might kick you in the face
Baby
Can I meet you at my place
Coz I'm hazy
And I'm hear to plead my case

It's matchpoint
At Flushing Meadows
I love the game
But I want the medals
The grass is green, the sky is blue
No stalemate but I chuck a deuce
On all my opps like the court my loo
And even though you love tennis Shoes
Ya'll miss the point
And you're gonna lose
As I serve it out
And I keep my cool

I'm a storyteller, i get overzealous
If you're up against me
Better hold the pen up
I'm on the climb
Please hold the ladder
With every step I elevate a level
The irony, man I believe
They see me eat and they wanna feast
Their eyes and stir up beef
But desert the stu, I got custody
Of this rap game, that's soul food
Yeah I'm hot but I'm cold too
Bipolarised and you're lukewarm
She likes LBs, i tell her look sure
No man you're gon hurt again
Do for the love, don't do for fame
I chow life with a bigger spoon
Alohomora man pick-a-boo

They don't want us here
But they drop the ball
We, unlock the door
And just scare em all

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