(Intro)
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Like here you got my voice soundin man
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It sound a little powerful, know I mean?
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Yall muthafuckas know me
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I call this exercise
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Let’s get it
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Yea
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We them niggas if you didn’t know
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I’m the illest if you didn’t know
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Must I intervene? Make a way by any means
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Hood Nation the team yea
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(Verse)
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Must I intervene? Make a way by any means
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Shared the struggles with my brothers, can’t come in-between
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I’m livin and a result so when you chase a dream
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Getting cream, I was off the porch at 16
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Hot headed but hustler’s mind set it
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Dealers all around me and killers with 9’s ready
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Mama worried bout me every night
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Trouble by them solid lights
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Glad she don’t get the call
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Somebody took her baby’s life
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Shit's fucked up
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Black man, tough luck
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We ain't gotta do shit for the white man to cuff us
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Four words: you live and you learn
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I'm just hoping for change
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Niggas hope for a bird
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Never sell you my soul to get this shit that I earn
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I sit quiet in court until that bitch is adjourned
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That’s true story, living in a world full of fake
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Brother called the other day and told me “please be safe”
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Niggas murder every day, I make the first 48
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Find out it’s yo homeboy, set him up for the cake
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2 two words, fuck that, trust nobody
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Every time think the move I keep a 4-5 by me
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Yea I do believe in God but homie please don’t try me
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Two kids that I’m livin for, I catch me a body
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Quarter mill for the whip and you don’t nothing bout it
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Tryna lessen the trouble, still double the profit
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It’s Ace Hood
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Yea you know what the name
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Bloodshed for the chains, many tears in the game
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Sweat given for fame, look at the ways I paved
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All the shit I done done, all the hope I done gave
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Broward County nigga, yea this city on me
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I ain’t signed nobody yet but know my city gon eat
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Mama house was on the 9th but Tony’s door up the street
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Sick and tired of niggas talkin, I’m the one you should see
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I’m the nigga to be, flyest whips in the streets
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Call it exercise and watch yo boy flex on the beat
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I’m too cold, you sweet nouveau, yea you know
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Every beat I gotta do flow, Ferrari 2 door
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I’m the illest alive
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Wuddup Nicki Minaj?
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Yea, aye I’m illest alive nigga
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(Outro)
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I call this Lyrical Exercise my nigga
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Ya know what I mean?
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It’s Hood Nation to the death of me
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It’s We Da Best Music til the death of me nigga
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Broward County, BFL beach nigga
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Uh
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New king of the south, nigga
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Period
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Ha ha
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Shout out my niggas too
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Believe that
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Lyrical Exercise (Freestyle)
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| Ace Hood |
