Its A.C.E to the K.I.D.
I'm packing Nigga, not even a trapper
I'm killin this joint not even a rapper
I told yo if he phoney don't even dap me
Don't look my way or even think bout it
I know some niggas that can get rowdy
You don't want war, you not even about it
I don't need a gun, I can use my hands
I can't wait till I stack up 100 bands
100 bands can change your favorite mans,
even fam and that's messed up
When your girl met me she lucked up
And I swear I'm not the type to bluff bruh
I'm west side certified but east side that's where I reside
I swear Imma keep on reppin that till that day when i die
Right now we sitting on porches, wait a little later you'll see us in porches
Got bodies dropping like criminals
God damn its way too many funerals
Mommas crying around the city yo
Their son got shot, their daughter got popped
Rollin with the woes and we all tinted hoe
Clique full of dark niggas, yah we with it tho
The darker your skin, the more street you know
Well since we In the streets we'll come and swoop your hoe
And he wasn't ready cuz she with it tho
Ooh its a itch on the palm of my hand it must be time to go and collect those bands
You hating niggas on the backside of my hand
you cant match us nigga u couldnt even match up

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