Ace Hood, Rosay We the fucking best, Maybach It's so incredible I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas I do it for the strippers and the
Ace Hood, it's do or die, gotta go for it, overtime Yeah 'cause it's now or never I'ma put it on the line, I gotta win so I'm gonna bribe Put it overtime
Shake the waist, you got to love that taste Smell the rain, what a shame to let her get away Tie me down to the race-car tracks Smack dab in the middle
I wake up and got 4 or 5 bitches in the bed Smokin' weed, drinkin' liquor by da keg I was born an OG if y'ain't heard about me I put 4 or 5 bullets in
I could have all the money in the world But it wouldn't mean nothin' And I could have all the fame in the world But it wouldn't mean nothin' If you love
if you are willing to fight you got to give up your fear and weakness a new era is born to end this suffering and solitude merciless no compassion no
(john duarte/donna weiss) Night falls so hard I'm just not what I used to be Left in the dark You have wasted and walked over me It's alright, I'm not
A strange force take my soul I can see throught the wall spirits run throught my hands awake from my death now I do know my real being Evil is the hand
It doesn't really matter to the kid any more No it doesn't really matter at all It doesn't really matter to the kid any more No it doesn't, doesn't, doesn
Take me in your arms I need to rest Rest my head against your chest Stop me from drifting it feels like I'm fading away, away Father o' father I know
standing in the middle of a crisis you see me i can't see you it's so dark if we save ourselves we allow the others to fall still so dark and would you
[Intro] Ace Hood Street certified Let me tell you one thing Don't get caught slipping out here on these streets homeboy Keep your eyes and ears open,
I don't even care no more That's my word, that's for sure I don't even cry no more That's absurd, I'm so cured I'm so secure with who I is, oops, who
[Chorus - Schife] Spent thirty in the mall Going loco with the cake Five cars sitting tall Going loco with the cake Ten on some Cali' bud Going loco with
Yeah, all around the world (Around the world) I done been all around the world seen all kinds of girls But ain't none like you 'cause you are wifey material
Hey Hey Hey [The-Dream:] All we do is get money Gotta hit the bank Man I'm running out of hundreds (Hey shawty hey hey hey hey shawty) I know she yours
[Intro] This is no longer music It's a celebration homie [Chorus] Let's make a toast (Toast) To the young don And to the gangsters, until they postpone
(Schife) Gucci this, Louis that, I?m on my designer shit, Presidential top notch, Only rock the finest shit Purple label new cavallis, aint no body fly
