I got to say

I got a say in what you do‚ what you like

What you wear‚ and what you play

Like every damn day

I got away

I got away from all the haters

All the liars, all the doubters and the fakes

I had to get away, yeah

Boy, these **** mad though

Because they tried to count me out

But now I'm whipping in some shit

They never had though

And boy this shit is sad, no

And I said, "Ayy"

I got a million people tellin' me to be like this

Got my own damn style, I don't need your shit

Need advice, I just need it like this

Like, should I drive the Beamer or the Benz?

Should I rock another Rollie or just give this shit to my friends?

Yeah, because we stack ends, yeah

Am I whipping Maserati or the Wraith?

Should I walk around with money or just leave the shit in my safe? Yeah

But what about the Ace? Yeah

But what about the Ace? Yeah

But what about the Ace? Yeah

But what about the Ace? Yeah

But what about the Ace? Yeah

You gotta have the Ace, yeah

Mm-hmm

Yo, what he say?

I heart another **** talking 'bout

How he gon' be the next Kanye, heh

You don't say

But that's the way

A lot of **** talking shit without the work

But they just waiting for the pay, yeah

It don't work that way, no

That's why these **** mad though

Because they think that they deserve

Some sort of status off some shit they never had though

And man, this shit is sad, no

The teacher said, I need to go to school

My ex-girl was turning down the knob

And now everybody with the bad advice

Now, hitting my line for a job

So, should I drive the Beamer or the Benz?

Should I rock another Rollie or just give this shit to my friends?

Yeah, because we stack ends, yeah

Am I whipping Maserati or the Wraith?

Should I walk around with money or just leave the shit in my safe? Yeah

But what about the Ace? Yeah

But what about the Ace? Yeah

But what about the Ace? Yeah

But what about the Ace? Yeah

But what about the Ace? Yeah

You gotta have the Ace