Ace Century - Washout (Intro) lyrics
[Verse 1] Too weird for the cool kids, too cool to be a weird kid And these cats need to stay shut like a closed eyelid Cause they worse than Mike Jackson making trap n***as say they king I'll k** they career in a mishap Don't ask for no guest features now that you see I'm hot The lyrics are like shells, all you cats getting shot Every rap cat trying to turn into a thug n***a Knowing damn well they never held a trigger Only trigga they held was that Trey Songz CD So up in your face with it like this was in 3D Stay cooking up dope stuff, hell yeah I serve the base The roof catches on fire because I rock the place Rapping fast don't make your lyrics any better Any track you claim you k**ed Ill make it wetter Don't confuse me with these rap guys im not one of them Im crazy theyll tell you do not even step to him [Hook] You cats truly ain't nothing but just a washout Started off as a beatmaker, but this the knockout I ain't trying to be like these cats, they say I'm an underachiever My names Ace and I'm on fire, I got a little of a fever [Verse 2] Hell you shoulda knew I was crazy it's obvious I took shots at Young Thug and his whole audience I'm at your pan like a f**ing sk**et, that's stupid You cats hate me so I'm the opposite of Cupid Hell, these n***as even hated on the Messiah That's proof that you'll be hated when you're on fire Proof that you doing something right not wrong But if you hate on me, I'll just tell you to be gone Shoo fly don't bother me i can't waste no time My girl a perfect 10, hell she just like a dime None of youll see my chick not even my fans Stop, my time, I should make my own hammer pants I'm setting this on fire like a lighter to some alcohol If you start ignoring me I'll tell you you ain't gotta call Bump that I'm way too busy to deal with you anyways Screw these rules of being a rapper, I'm a renegade [Hook] You cats truly ain't nothing but just a washout Started off as a beatmaker, but this the knockout I ain't trying to be like these cats, they say I'm an underachiever My names Ace and I'm on fire, I got a little of a fever [Verse 3] I just want golden dollars and bad b**hes no collars No dogs though, ask bout me I'm a shotcaller This n***a always criticizing all the sh** I make I ain't tripping cause he listen to fake a** Drake You think im repetitive go to a studio then So start making beats and pull out that pen How the hell can you even say that I'm boring You musta woke up smoking dope in the morning All I can say is your deaf and blind right now Jack You the type to listen to n***as scream on the track I'm tired of cats always saying that Ace s**s Next to say that getting dissed I don't give two f**s Cats keep letting me down how funny is that Afro getting big now they thought it was a hat Don't test me cause you ain't got no views son And you're crazy if you thought my life was done [Hook] You cats truly ain't nothing but just a washout Started off as a beatmaker, but this the knockout I ain't trying to be like these cats, they say I'm an underachiever My names Ace and I'm on fire, I got a little of a fever