| Real life, Ace Hoooood
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| We the motherfuckin’best huh
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| I made my way from the bottom
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| And I’m grindin'
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| I wake up every morning lookin’for commas
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| 'Bout my dollars
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| I’m goin’all out and that’s on my mama, on my mama (on my mama)
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| Cause we outchea, we outchea,
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| We outchea we outchea
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| Aint no sleepin'(aint no sleepin')
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| Cause we outchea (cause we outchea)
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| We outchea (cause we outchea)
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| Cause we outchea (we outchea)
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| Grindin’all damn night, cause we outchea
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| Everyday that I’m wakenin', I’mma say my prayers (Amen)
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| I’mma get on my grind off my mama need a new crib (Amen)
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| And I’mma make that shake, gotta put the food on they plate
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| Stay focus gotta get money, never gave a fuck what they say
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| Aint no time to sleep, I get guap
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| Aint no Jordan’s in the shoe box
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| Aint no roof that came with that drop
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| Chase that paper youngin’don’t stop
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| Nigga I was born and raised in that jungle
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| Trying to get my fuckin’in, that’s struggle
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| Fuck that nine to five that don’t cut
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| Aint no job I guess that’s my luck
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| Yeah, nigga outchea in safe date
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| Trying to triple what I made today
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| This one right here is for my real niggas
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| And bad bitches who gettin’cake
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| Count it up til your thumbs hurt
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| Put fam second and God first
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| Hatin’niggas aint phasin’me
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| You couldn’t walk a mile in my foot work
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| Money over the best pussy
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| The blind hear me, the deaf lookin'
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| When opportunity knock I run out the back door shit I thought it was the cops,
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| damn
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| I fuck the bitch with a broom stick
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| The same broom I didn’t clean my room with
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| Stay on my toes, no ballet
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| Shout out me Zoe’s, sapa say
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| I’m twisted weed in my mansion
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| I go dumb in alumni Stanford
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| Remember when moms couldn’t afford Pampers
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| Now she trying to avoid cameras
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| All I do is count my blessings
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| Weezy F. for fortunate
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| I came up from that bottom
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| Now I’m richer than chocolate, Lil Tunechi
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| I say another day, another dollar
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| Thank the Lord for my praying mama
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| Watching back in this cold world
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| 'Cause everybody won’t see tomorrow
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| Money callin’and I’m motivated
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| Kill the beat, it’s pre-meditated
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| Still remember like yesterday when them hard times had me frustrated
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| Say any day I’mma go get it Pair of J’s and my Florida fitted
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| Quittin’not in my vocab and no hate found in my soul spirit
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| Young nigga trying to feed the fail
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| Hatin’on me I don’t give a damn
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| Out here like what nigga?
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| You don’t get the picutre like Instagram
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| Hundred dollars to a couple grand
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| Couple grand to a hundred bands
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| Hundred bands to those big M’s
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| And my weight up like six gyms
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| I’m outchea and I mean that
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| We The Best where my team at?
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| Bad vibes I don’t need that
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| I’da come to far to be lookin’back |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song We Outchea , by - Ace Hood. Song from the album Trials & Tribulations, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп