Lyrics:
Couple milli in the bag and my face good
Buy a chick a new pad when she taste good
10 chains, hustle hard: Ace Hood
Smoke? you know it taste good
Scoop
[Masta Ace]
I'm about to take this beat, and teach you 'bout the agony of defeat
in this football game in the street
And no it ain't two hand
its no problem
But if you roll a ace he gon pull out a Robin
Losin' a little or lose lot, when niggas is starving
Man the drama in my hoods goin' down
at it, after mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through, then I give you (still)
Smack her on her ass
Grab her by her Wa ist
Girl we playing we darts
Bullzeye on ha Fa ace
She say it taste like fruit
Say it taste like Da
Smack her on her ass
Grab her by her Wa ist
Girl we playing we darts
Bullzeye on ha Fa ace
She say it taste like fruit
Say it taste like Da
luck it never landed (Nah)
Stuck on your block forever stranded (Yea)
I live by the 10 crack commandments
Either you earn respect or you demand it
It's
at it, after mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through, then I give you (still)
on the food line
Have 'em kill him for a plate of food
Plus I'm Ace Boogie and Mitch
Yeah I'm paid in full
Bitch, I rode on the bus
Not the Magic School
I'm
angry at God, like, "Why you take Nip?"
Got me losin' hope in the hood, I'm feelin' hatred
From niggas that look just like me, same color faces
She say
the K
Yeah, that's the good life
And where we come from, loc, that's the hood life
Where your mama and daddy
Throw the set up out the moon while they
been tryna get my weight up since the ace Slim Shady
Gave me the gate key, paved the way
So lately my stakes get better each day
Replay my relay race,
Err, come on
brr
What? What?
Brr
Ayo, ayo (err)
I'm in the hood (ah), eighty k house, million dollar neck (uh-huh, ah)
Shot off two hundred
Yep
It’s a beautiful day today
I’m Ace Volar, and this is my bro 80Gritt
Check it, look, Volar
Kick push or get pushed back, lil’ homie
Heel-flip his
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
the hood sleeved up with tattoos
Im in the backyard where everything poppin off might get confronted by the hoes that you knockin off
The young niggas
(gross), my money doing the toe touch
That's stretched out, 'til I'm in the back, stretched out, drinkin' Ace
'cause I'm decked out, whole hood with me;
don't love you like I do
I said close your mouth and eat
You make some paper, than you make your own rules
I'm from the hood, it's evident
Used
never partin' ways
You with me forever, no this ain't no phase
Hop in my rag top Chevy
Them aces and deuces and trays
Don't hesitate with my paper
killed my little cousin Nicholas
But my memories only happy images
This is for the hood, this is for the kids
This is for the single mothers, niggas doing
to the face
In the chi with my dogs drink that shit by the vase
Ugh these bitch niggas don't want war a nigga got Jonny dang bitch nigga what u bang
Bad bitch
face
I was born to be great
I accept all the hate
Ain’t feel love in a while
I miss da hood like I’m ace
Welcomed back like I’m mase
I don’t pray I get
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