Ace Century - 1400 Grams lyrics

[Intro] Haha, yeah, Nationwide Power Entertainment sh** man, haha, told you just ain't no stopping me, i'm unstoppable hoe [Verse] n***as want dope, so I guess I'm the smuggler Blue cheese on me now I'm feeling like a burger But I ain't Change-Up, I ain't Jason Bateman Been going this hard, you n***as is just late-man The runt of the litter, they ain't think I'd survive Getting to the top, when I'm up there I won't dive Rappers speak silence, swear Facemob is back I need that Apple money, you'd swear Steve Jobs is back Making GOOD Music, the '04 Kanye is back Resurrection, you'd swear the '94 Common is back Spoke to John, he said that I'm a Legend And being dope, "It Won't Stop" feel like I'm dating Sevyn To stop me you'll need Twenty 88's but ya ain't Big Sean I ain't saving sh**, I'm not a coupon They can't keep up like I live on the autobahn I guess I must be Nas when my next albums done I'm aware that I think highly of myself Because who else going to help me obtain wealth Who else gone be there when I need help No shots but I wrote every song I dealt n***as soft trying be hard I calls em felt These cats wanna whoop my a** but ain't got a belt No wonder these n***as always gotta sag They might as well be RuPaul and dress in drag Gucci belt on my a** I never sag Once in a blue moon thang, I hate to brag Not K. Michelle obviously but I'm a "Rebellious Soul" Tell Melanie Fiona I wanna cross "The Bridge" too lazy to pay the toll Come through screaming Allahu Akbar cause I'm finna blow up They say that I'm too sick, guess that I make myself throw up Call me a baker, cause I'm trying get my dough up But in order to do that guess I gotta stack some blow up The Phantom Samurai, tell em that's my intro Stab you in the back tell Whodini that's what friends fo' Talk behind my back but waiting for my tour show Going Nationwide with not one tour hoe I still got my soul ask the inside of my shoes Who's Ace, they want clues but not even Blue Ask Spandau Ballet am I king they tell you it's "True" I need a chocolate girl and cheese, all bout that like fondue Buy her a cage if she wanna be a b**h though Beat up the cat, that's animal abuse though Hoes swallow kids that's child abuse though When the choppa singing call it Enrico Carusso But it's a mute, not a fool bro Call my songs Michael Myers cause they k**er bro We just hear ya voice so how can we feel ya bro All the ones hating on me be fans on the low Call me Wiz, spitting that 28 grams Divide it by 2 that's 14, oh man!!! Times that by a hunnid that's 14 hunnid man My bad I mean I'm really spitting 1400 grams Murder Inc., guess that makes me Irv Gotti then Wrote this in ink, but I stay dodging the pen Call me DJ Khaled, cause all I do is win Learned the line between real and fake is super thin Allergic to bullsh** so I gotta keep some napkins Got so many Styles, should change my name to Harry Said so many Styles, should change my name to Harry Bullets get to flying they only know One Direction So much of a boss, should run in the next election I Face Everything and Rise on my Papa Roach grind The crown ain't safe, on my King Los grind Barber with the choppa knock back your hairline Wake up grinding, muhf**as just waste time