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ace sensei - yours truly - won't be mine ft quise limye lyrics

[intro: quise limye]
roll that fire baby, roll that fire up (i got this 1800 right here)
roll that fire up..
all of my love… (it’s just me and this bottle like..)
all of my love…(exactly)

[verse 1: quise limye]
one glimpse of the picture i know her
remember the nigga that showed her to me and my niggas we hopping corollas
slide through her block see what we seeing we peeping the scene from the corner
between you and me it was nobody there but i stayed for a little bit longer, more time couldn’t fill my hunger
my niggas go crazy when they off the block, karate and chop
and the nigga that she be around be moving a lot
we open them locks
so they don’t jam up when we run into this nigga
we getting this nigga
it’s looking like jackpot aight dispensing them nigga
we finger them triggers
leaving the motion behind in a b-tt of the dutch
i wonder if luck
would have it that they be outside when we pulling up
his foot on the clutch
ready to slide as soon as she get in the door
we told em before
coming through granite my nigga we taking it all
don’t ever get caught
he was slipping, as always
we told em we get it the raw way
he was parking the whip while she on his d-ck and we slid through the block the wrong way
the light skid was blinding perfect my timing while wally was shining
flashing them diamonds i pulled out that nine and i aimed it out
the next thing i knew that boys brain was uh..

[chorus]
this cycle goes round every time (and round)
the same shit infuse every grind (and round)
confuse every mind (my rounds)
they praise cause we shoot and we right (go round)
so peace won’t come close and be mine (so now)
peace won’t be mine

[verse 2: yours truly]
drinking and smoking some things
plotting on banking on change, we on it again
my niggas still hungry we hustling hoping we done with this pain, on to the gain
searching for fortune and fame nigga
i’ll take that dream to the grave
if i ever go out, i’m going out like 2pac to the grave
i’m holding the smoke in i’m hoping to think, a way to get rich
my niggas all struggling n coping and shit, i can’t tell you which
is the lesser of evils we fuckin round wit
just don’t fuck with the clique
or the hammer come down like a judgement ye bish
get the fuck off our d-cks
uh, this the family kid
fuck around we bring a tradegy quick
i’ll paint you that picture sit down for a sec
*gun c-ck* you are the paint
they dont feel our pain
born to these queens who were robbed of their name
they raised us as kings with what little they made
and you niggas dare think you could take that away
shit… swear that peace won’t be mine
there’s no peace of mind, it’s either carry a piece, or
get identified a piece at a time
its ride to get by, never good bye to the grind
can’t wear your heart on your sleeve
when you keep a ace deep inside
try me get lit, man one thing i don’t waste is time
i don’t kid around in this game, i took the jokers out mine
this shit never change, the hood on a loop like the beat
slime it’s an eye for an eye, and unfortunately most of you niggas is blind!

[chorus]

- ace sensei lyrics

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