Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lyrical Exercise, artist - Ace Hood. Album song Body Bag 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Stacking Sterling
Song language: English
Lyrical Exercise |
Must I intervene make a way by any means |
Share the struggles with my brothers can’t come in between |
I’m living proof and the results of when you chase a dream |
Getting cream I was off the porch at sixteen |
Hard-Headed but hustle is mindset-ed |
Dealers all around me and killers with nine’s ready |
Mama worry bout me every night, troubled by them siren lights |
Praying 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 hoping for change, niggas hope for a |
bird |
Never sell you my soul to get the shit that I earned |
I sit quiet in court, untill that bitch is adjourned |
That’s true story, livin' in a world full of faith |
Brother called the other day and told me «Please be safe» |
Niggas murder every day and make the First 48 |
Find out it’s your homeboy, set him up for the cake |
Two words: «Fuck That"trust nobody |
Every time I think to move I keep the.45 by me |
Yeah I do believe in God but homie please don’t try me |
Two kids that I’m living for I’ll catch me a body |
Quarter mil' for the whip, yeah you don’t know nothin' bout it |
Trying to lessen my trouble still double the profit |
It’s Ace Hood, Yeah you know what the name |
Blood shed for the chains, many tears in the game |
Sweat given for fame, look at the ways I pave |
All the shit I done done all the hope I done gave |
Broward County nigga, yeah the city on me |
I ain’t sign nobody yet but know my city goin' eat |
Mama house was on the 9th but Tony store up the street |
Sick and tired of niggas talking I’m the one you should see |
I’m the nigga to be, fly as whips in the streets |
Call it exercise and watch ya boy flex on the beat |
I’m too cold, you sweet, yeah you know |
Every beat I got a new flow, Ferrari two door |
I’m the illest alive, what up Nicki Minaj |