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rob ace – pyrex: new york (semmimix) lyrics

[verse 1:]
i been out my mind a little
swear i wouldn’t mind a pistol
n-gg-s actin’ all official
’cause you got them n-gg-s wit’ you
did some things i had to do, rather just not talk about
if you said caught a body tell me what the chalk about
if you said you catched a body tell me what the talk about
asap rocky, flow so c-cky, blue ferrari’s, smoke in mouth
n-gg-s said that i was funny, now they funny, actin’ ugly
want some from me, you said f-ck me, f-cked your girl because she f-cked me
stop it shorty you don’t trust me, you just want to make him mad
i just got so many blessings all i want to call is cabs
all i want to do is brag, all i need is 20 bags
all i need is super fast whips with some super gas
blunts make a n-gg- day, ain’t takin’ sh-t from n-body
man i rather die filthy rich before i live like i’m n-body
2017, more weapons, more loans, and less credit
give your mans a whole life sentence
now n-gg-s think they dad left them
get shot, get bombed, get sold, get robbed
n-gg-s makin’ sh-t expensive then they tell you, “get a job!”
in the party i’m cooling ’cause atleast it ain’t my time yet
so for now i’m working on these blunts like it’s a pyrex

[bridge:]
yeah, yeah
like it’s a pyrex
yeah, yeah
like it’s a pyrex (han)
(inhales and exhales smoke)
like it’s a pyrex.. (uh)

[verse 2:]
that was then, this is now
i can’t wait to buy a house
i can’t wait to face this ounce
soon as word is getting out
i got paintings in my living room
statues on my balcony
feel like smokin’ good
i need some rollie’s out from albany
2am in new york city
tell me what your life about
what is life about?
type of sh-t i like to talk about
coppin’ lean and dimes alone
learned from wiz khalifa’s rolls
hated when n-body round
now i hate when they in town
lot of time i could never get back
lot of hoes i could never text back
lot of people that i shouldn’t had f-cked with
should of dubbed it, n-gg-s is wack
early this year i was sitting in cl-ss
smell like dope, i was trynna relax
went to “west side”, chilled on the east
white jeep, ralph lauren sheets
white uptown’s, still on my feet
life wild, i just hope that i eat
heart beat, one beat at a time
hit her up ’cause i know that she mine
ran it up way too many times
couldn’t sleep, lsd got me fried
colors and numbers i see when i’m smacked
old adidas when i hopped on a track
feel the same but my momma got old
as a man, i just moved how i moved
lot of things that i ain’t ever told
on my mind, sticked to it like glue
cloudy, it’s smokey, i can’t see the road
got a chain, had it covered in gold
drink in my body, with ice got me froze
struggled a lot this the life that i chose…

- rob ace lyrics

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