Lyrics:
Ace, Ace wake up
What, Okay
Ya
Ace hitter, no quitter
Had a bad rapper he was no beginner
Sayin welcome to the land of the rarest rarest
Immortal by
back on you
It's kinda hard to keep faith in the things that you do
When everybody turns their back
Yeah, I know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful
lord for givin' me wind beneath my wingz
When the miracle spittin there shall be no witnesses to da pain
And my ignorance, I charge to da game
So
the North Pole
I try to focus on the hole
Of where the torch goes
In the tradition of these
Legendary sports pros as far as I can see
I've made it
Versace and Louis
Please, I'm the reason this rap game is unisex
I'm the reason bitches want bigger breasts
Show some respect where respect is due
own words and have at this
You could save the game you could be the rap baptist
All you got to do is learn to make a damn track list
Next day schools
and you
And I'm down to take this fast or slow
Our chemistry's remarkable
Together we're incredible
Let's make tonight unforgettable
Ain't playing no games
Lizards riding waves bet they all hiding shade
You wouldn't have a game without from where its engrained
Gotta get play to get paid but don't get played
Mmhh
Yeah
Cold Game
Ok
Here I come
Moses flow on my release
Let my music set me free
As I part the black sea
For peace pro speech
Soul on fire bring
know they all done with bots
I can't be stopped by no brigades or any other ops
Lethal as grenades, dropped by planes on every other block
Equal
the reason my people say they tired of rap
Inspired by Black, Muslims and Christian
Pushin' Cutlasses, dope, and other traditions
In the conditions
to the Space Olympics
The year Thirty Twenty Two
Take part in a grand tradition
Your name echoes in the holes of the universe!
Believe in yourself!
as Bernie B. on 9-1-7 Bass
And G.I. Joe, who has the girls by the row
He always gets cased 'cause his game is gettin' slow
And last but not least,
wife, that ain't so secret
It's mandatory, see that pussy, they hand it to me
I got no game, it's just some bitches understand my story
There ain't no
come make I hang on
Bad belle wishes now nah by gone ehh...
K'oluwa mase temi ni same
K' nma di omo aayo to n gba bi game
Lord God you not gonna be
Checkmate sucka, not a move, game's over!
Who's that walking with a hole in his head?
Big bad Bazooka Tooth, I came to break bread
What's
demented but authentic and attentive
My incentive is presented by cemented consequences
That remind my lieutenants I invented this eccentric
Cataclysm just
Yea
Let me talk from my heart
Give me a second and listen
I know that your love restricted by bullshit conditioned traditions
I respect the above
can't do what I do
Every year something new that's boss like tradition
Meet with the mayor in the mornin'
No more cookin' in kitchens
Yeah, that's
when the family feuds
So it's us verse them like you my spade partner
These the cards I was dealt, could've played smarter
But the game's startin'
Ginger
My name is dappyg
Omoiyadapo
Dont look down on me today Because tomorrow get belle
Nobody knows tomorrow yeah
Mafojudimi today
Because
Game over man poker
Prestige is good
Tradition is better
Lighter than a feather
Box my way out of corner
Better than Floyd Mayweather
This is
with no antibodies,
Gordy Howe hat trickin em'
Game sick in him
Nat kept bagging hotties
Weekend sessions in the Bronx
Mondays made the kid tardy
Even
Bitch I ain't no rookie
Took a lead , the score separate
My team up by like 20 ,we score plenty
This the NBA
Get foul, we get even
Give me reason
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