jordan ace - snakes lyrics
this one for the records
king crab, lamb chops, lobsters
ain′t eating no f+cking checkers
christian loubs, alexander mcqueens
these ain’t no f+cking skechers
i′m on my victory lap
the flag match my louie belt, it’s checkered
it’s by the grace of god
man you know we be into with the devil
i had to face the odds
i can put em on the road, but i can′t make em foot the pedal
ownership, that′s ours
i need the paper, i don’t need the medals
i could never commit to jobs
cause i need the paper, i don′t need the schedules
i know my n+ggas feel me
i’m like you try me, gotta k!ll me
i take sh+t severely
i end sh+t sincerely
yea the trap hard
but this rap easy
i′m like f+ck the world, been getting money like i’m jeezy
i been a hot boy like i′m weezy
i could’ve did this sh+t with no hooks like i’m peezy
they gotta wait to see me on the tv to believe me
i′m like boy you should′ve known by now
like i’m eazy
i′m throwed
you gotta love it
i’m like f+ck the low sh+t, you gotta rise above it
it be snakes on the plane, you better hide ya luggage
and what you did with yo gang, it′s best to not discuss it
just gotta change the subject
watches be trophies for n+ggas that really came from nothing
and yea
the richard, i’d get plain
the ap, i′d probably bust it
but to keep it 100, i could spend a 100 on it
to me, it still won’t mean nothing
i’m ace
i got my poker face, but i still don′t be bluffing
i′m from the southwest side of the h
you hustling, clubbing or thugging?
probably best to stay up out the way and be known for nothing
my trap still had days like chick fil a, so you know it’s jumping
i be in the cut, highlight film, i′d make it
just like jordan, smoking gary payton
alicia how i go and do my thing, i’m amazing
all my n+ggas belong in asylum, go crazy
alexa play real as it gets lil baby
i be focused on my cash money like baby
i don′t know, that’s just the way i am like shady
gotta hurricane name the flow, it′s so wavy
up here you can see it
so cold you won’t believe it
god control the sequence
so i’m not who you beef with
la guardia to four seasons
for the week and weekend
i′m rising, i′m not peaking
this real life like the weeknd
i’m throwed
you gotta love it
i′m like f+ck the low sh+t, you gotta rise above it
it be snakes on the plane, you better hide ya luggage
and what you did with yo gang, it’s best to not discuss it
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