Ace Hood — Lyrical Exercise

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Like here you got my voice soundin man
It sound a little powerful, know I mean?
Yall muthafuckas know me
I call this exercise
Let’s get it

Yea
We them niggas if you didn’t know
I’m the illest if you didn’t know
Must I intervene? Make a way by any means
Hood Nation the team yea

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

I call this Lyrical Exercise my nigga
Ya know what I mean?
It’s Hood Nation to the death of me
It’s We Da Best Music til the death of me nigga
Broward County, BFL beach nigga
Uh
New king of the south, nigga
Period
Ha ha
Shout out my niggas too
Believe that