Did it all, on my own

ACE uh

I make them hits for them wild kids

Pulverize your chest then force your ribs to cave in

Break in then I begin

Thick skin like sharks fin, big dick I'm gifted

Dark tints on all whips, face it you basic

Speed past my mistakes, now I'm stuck at racing

Life in the attic, buried riches down in the basement

Mind's cluttered by rapid changes of what we came with

Off season motives, cross seas is what my hope gives

These railways spread over countries like locomotives

Loading the gift unto this bitch and watch it slow fizz

Hand on my hip, gun on my waist, incase of smoke biz

Women's be thick, titties and cake, battle addictions

My only fight is with my own self

Don't merry christ me noël

I chose this life the boat has sailed, I'm floating on hell

My shows nobel, the prize winner give me the goats tail

I'm old and well like ghosts trapped in baby Nunu shell

Mama birth me in the nineties

Got a taste of that real gangster rap then my eyes bleed

Knew there's something that was inside of me

Pack my bag cause I wasn't coming back, this my life b

Older gods don't got no one to teach

Now the youth are running round loose with self bounties

Do it all for a bag of green

Against the odds forever standing tall, that was my peace

Sparkly, shiny Goodfella, considered lowkey

Pen is my hammer you couldn't handle if you was Loki

Stand on an angle fadeaway shots like I was Kobe

Bent in a Benz roll seven grams of super og

Fazes to blow, twin twelve gauges mode

Hunting for days and I ain't even ate

I'm waiting on ACE payroll

Stay on go, ready to set and blow

None like you met befo

Now they follow steps cause I'm blessed for sho

Cancel me man you must be crazy bro

Practice classic, drippy flows came with a new raincoat

Hazardous rap, leave your body all ached though

Walking out with your hand on your back like eighty years old

Also, I just want to give thanks to God

Even though he took my mom at three, we live this far

Got a conversation we gots to get through

Until then Ill keep my faith and stack my millions till my deaths due

Mama birth me in the nineties

Got a taste of that real gangster rap then my eyes bleed

Knew there's something that was inside of me

Pack my bag cause I wasn't coming back, this my life b

Older gods don't got no one to teach

Now the youth are running round loose with self bounties

Do it all for a bag of green

Against the odds forever standing tall, that was my peace