Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Make a Toast , by - Ace Hood. Song from the album Lyrical Monster, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 27.11.2011
Record label: Believe
Song language: English
Make a Toast |
| To the young don |
| And to the gangsters, until they postpone |
| To all the hustlers, that’s on the cash grind |
| To those we lost to war and looking for a lifetime |
| I do it for the G’s, I do it for the streets |
| This one for history, I’m toasting this to me |
| Glasses in the air! |
| (It's a celebration baby) |
| I’m toasting this to me |
| Glasses in the air! |
| And this for history |
| True story I was born into the Lord’s glory |
| Hustle and ambition, vision first class ported |
| And that’s according I was cordial on my first formal |
| Trying to make a mill' coming off of four quarters |
| I am so Florida Marlin in my own water |
| Swimming with the sharks, slaughter anyting by the |
| Feeling like an orphan, never knew my real father |
| Guess that’s why I’m going harder than my role model |
| Signed to the biggest label that enable Carter |
| Now they paying Hood out there to my armor model |
| And every Ace of Spades bottle till the last swallow |
| Only taint to ever trained to get the last dollar |
| Black flag scholar, Louis Vuitton don |
| A hundred for the watch, just waiting for the right time |
| I just realized in my money state of mind |
| I’m on another level devils meet me in the sky |
| I used to wake up morning, yawning where I want to be |
| People I want to meet, and places I’ve been dying to see |
| No hope of selling coke or dope, I’m going back to sleep |
| Now I awake with paper bags, cash under feet |
| Throw up the W to represent my dynasty |
| And all honesty the prodigy see no defeat |
| Keep all apoligies, the modesty is all to me |
| It’s ruthless mindframe is the way to be |
| I burn a hater, blow the ashes on his daddy feet |
| May he be deceased, look until you see the beast |
| While I could see you getting rich and niggas envy me |
| It’s deeper than the rap, the realist shit a nigga speak |
| Private planes take me everywhere they wish to see |
| And Khaled taking me to heights they only wish to be |
| Flyest without a wing, the American dream |
| It’s a bird, it’s a plane, naw it’s just me |
| Shout out to Khaled, shout out to Def Jam |
| Shout out to We the Best, what up Dollas and Deals? |
| Shout out to A.D., what up Fo' Fifth? |
| What up Kitgo? |
| What up P Bo? |
| Blood no go, what up A.C. |
| I love you Blonde D, I love you big sis' |
| I love you little sis', I love you 2Pac |
| And I will never stop, let’s toast to the top |
| Ace Hood baby! |
| This is no longer music |
| This is a celebration baby |
| I’ve been introduced to the finer things in life |
| Thank you Lord |
| Thank you Lord! |
| Khaled! |
| I told them |
| Make a toast to them |
| Hi haters! |