Ace Century - Number 1 lyrics

[Verse 1: Ace Century] I'm a lil odd, guess I can be number one Rap cats need to retire like they sixty one Cats got sh** on lock? I got the spare key When I spit it's like burns at third degree I murda rappers, taking out the trash Everybody want to ball like Steve Nash But not even as good as Mark Madsen On the ship to success, I'm the captain Ya ain't the best, that's just my reckoning You spit fiction, I can't find ya threatening Y'all beating a dead horse with a stick While I go harder than arithmetics And stacking up that Billy Gates mula Looks like I became divine way sooner Matter fact show me a god never saw one Come harder when they think I'm done Voice telling me k** anybody in my way Got me bouta catch a case every day Call me the Zodiac k**er on these tracks Bump yo bands, dude I'm trying get stacks All I do is win, y'all just come in 4th place We k** sh**, just waitin on the court dates Take rap cats out this like the 4th date "To Hell & Back" coming sorry for the wait Not a teen show, but dude I am Victorious Got Nationwide Power, man its glorious Also feeling a little Grande, no Arianna This is a gift to y'all cats, call me Santa Ya girl probably bop in the Tiger Woods Yall needa can it, call that canned goods Lyrics stronger than Vernor's Ginger Ale I bet y'all cats best songs still won't sale Cheesy a** rappers needa work at Kraft's Wouldn't pick em on my last choice drafts [Hook: Ace Century] Ask bout me, ya know I'm number one Ask bout me, ya know I'm number one They said damn Ace ya still ain't done I walk in every building like I just won I'm not Steve Boros, but I'm number one I comes with that hot sh** ya better run All I ever wanted was to be number one If this was a game, youd know I won [Verse 2: Ace Century] I ain't no fruit or food so don't ya bite me Y'all cats lame, ya really don't excite me Really as crappy as some sewer water I got an eagle, not the back of a quarter Take it how you want, know I got two Y'all really just can't do it the way I do All things fell apart couple months ago sh** it began way before that though Like when my ex decided to be a thot Before I started spitting sh** that's hot Hell, hold up been doing that for a while Doing that long as I been a golden child Call me the Judas Priest of this rap sh** Me I'm the solvent to all this wack sh** You think I care if you call me a rookie? So ya tape got 10 hits? ya want a cookie? Dudes think that I rap just for the nookie Ain't learn nun, oughta quit playin hooky Tried to tell em, ain't nun really change No connect wit cats, they not in range Ya know me, imma Badazz like Boosie Huh, I'm also hard to k** like Gucci f** da bullsh**, keep that for manure I'm sick, but please stop searching for the cure Not trying be a wacky a** rap ba*tard Cuz I can take over without the pa**word The pa**word meaning selling my soul Still on Success Road, just payed the toll I know I'm number one, no Sparky Adams Imma be divine, no matter what happens Come from da city of gunshots ev'ry night And you betta pray, that you outta sight If you not betta pray to keep your life But even then these cats'll still do you trife [Hook: Ace Century] Ask bout me, ya know I'm number one Ask bout me, ya know I'm number one They said damn Ace ya still ain't done I walk in every building like I just won I'm not Steve Boros, but I'm number one I comes with that hot sh** ya better run All I ever wanted was to be number one If this was a game, youd know I won