Ace O' Spades

Don’t you know girl Ah, I only finesse
She with her ex boys, (Yah), say less
Exposing a thot like a pregnancy, so I’m honest
To be honest, I feel like you not shit but you flaunt it
I’m going off like a rocket, I know this shits outta pocket
But I know that she watching, lika chef get to chopping it up
Like some lettuce, smoke it up to the heavens
I learned me some lessons, now my crew get my blessings
They say Imma criminal, hand the case to my daddy
Human law got him tired at 23 and he had it
As for me, they had me at seventeen
Twenty one Twenty two Twenty three, I like my weed
Why all these youngins so mad, quick to hate
Maybe cause your guy banging your girl, yall fake
Don’t mistake the old me, I used to be an earthquake
Now I meditate my hate, Then throw that shit onna tape
I gave up the vape, I’m smoking ciggys like ziggy
I don’t need the pillys cause they got me feeling so silly
Goal for now is a milly, killing like Killy Billy
Lyrically I am gifted, Rest o' these rappers just shitty
Aced it up and I passed you
Pushing out tracks like a spaz (ooooooo)
Your fakes really like to gas you
Seems like they only care bout' your revenue (ooooo)