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don't be a
Hip-Hop/Rap
don't be a was released on August 29, 2025 by Ace Fresco as a part of the album life is so over - Single
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Release DateAugust 29, 2025
LabelAce Fresco
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM65

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ace Fresco
Ace Fresco
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marcus Greene
Marcus Greene
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marbeats
Marbeats
Producer

Lyrics

Neighborhood phenom, true to myself
I worked like Sunday morning in the church
My confession offered come with some depth
Spent a summer out in Arizona
Felt like foreigner, IDP for my health
Locked back in Tyrese Halli with the get back
Hand checking runs I ain't seeing a ref
Jeff hardy coming from the top of the ropes
I ain't crashing for none, just needed a belt
Took a break from the music
Had to grow out of my influence, SAT with the prep
With the windows down put the feet on the door
Got the vibes in the air and I breathe in the smell
Look I say what I want cause I want what I say
Manifesting the plays I make
This beat gone turn me up
Turn me up turn me up turn me up
This beat gone turn me up
Turn me up turn me up turn me up
Don't be a stranger dog
Don't be a danger dog
Don't be a lame
Just fix your angles dog
This beat gone turn me up
Turn me up turn me up turn me up
Don't be another brother with the PAC12
Cause the Cali runts hitting Trent Will
Seeing double out the backfield
Manjistha be clearing up my skin
My blood brother love him he my twin
And a lot of people allergic to they sins
They need to self evaluate to grow
Priorities to elevate the soul
Everybody think it's sweet till the fat woman sing to me
Carefree to me
I slept but I'm woke what it mean to me
You might know my name but you green to me
Yea I'm pro club popping out the the tees on me
But I'm anti can't get the tea on me
I'm wavy Caribbean Sea to me
Ouu baby keep it a bean to me
Look I'm flawless, don't know what to call this
Hopping out the Honda
Treat it like a coup whoopty whoop
And I just got back from Charlotte
Chasing my solace
Know I'm putting on for the troop
Quarterback who don't trust his legs
Yeas I'm staying in my pocket back foot shooting like the two
It don't take much to get me stressed
But I'm staying on target putting emphasis on the loot
My money large Clinton's big bills
I'm hungry ox tails and cheese grits
You hunting small pleasures cheap thrills
I'm punching on verses and splits
I'm punking not giving no lip
We hunching this only the tip
I'm running cause life is a trip
I'm tripping just running the blitz
I got it lit like dynamic facades
And on the beat I'm a vessel of God
PSP I'm ahead of my time
10% go and pay them the tithe
I sharpen up with 30 mill on the line
All love but I hate the audacity people give me
Cleaning up the image while doing a body filthy
Collateral only is natural to feel guilty
Like aiming at the crib but hitting where all the kids be
Got to control myself
I got to hold myself accountable
People wanna claim their best
Ain't see my peak yet still out down below
I don't want to ruin my reps
Day I need a spot just throws in my towels no
Think about the promises kept knowing I step
This beat gone turn me up
Turn me up turn me up turn me up
This beat gone turn me up
Turn me up turn me up turn me up
Don't be a stranger dog
Don't be a danger dog
Don't be a lame
Just fix your angles dog
This beat gone turn me up
Turn me up turn me up turn me up
Written by: Marcus Greene
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