Ace Hood - I'm Me (Freestyle) lyrics

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Ace Hood - I'm Me (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1] Ay, say hello to mister cutthroat, bodies on the damn floor All about that cash floor like my money in bank rolls These haters think, they know I'm the sh** like my a**hole And I'm from the city where f**ing snitches don't last long And I'm in your city, I keep it real, I get mad stone Yes that be Broward County, I love it, it's still home If they don't like it I say f** em till they walls gone Come to my city, got to meet up with your man homie Fall out of there, pumping [?] would be my damn zone This be that knew Ace, you get service like a cell phone They got that coke as bright as white, it's like a snow cone And I'm me, give my all behind this microphone I give my blood, sweat, and tears before my casket close Until then, Imma give them what they asking for Hop out of that newer sh**, Louis kicks waving, make em fix See me with that swag, and I blow a case at your lady, T f** the politics, I am all the sh** that I say I am Yes I know I am blessed, I am Bonnie's angel, I'm heaven sent That's word to mother, mama never see your baby quit Ain't no matter how many blocks or haters a youngin get So F em all, I'm taking over, let me in this b**h This rubber bang, it go grenades when I be in the mix I got my hand over that door, and now they sh**ting bricks I'm climbing to the top, and everyone's like who is this Tell em who's the sh**, Ace Hood homie And I want back, I sound like Dilla for a couple M's And I am next to be the best up off this southern limb I'm from the city where there ain't no- And I want back, I sound like Dilla for a couple M's And I am next to be the best up off this southern limb I'm from the city where there ain't no mister millionaires That's why the day I got my deal I cried 100 tears Cause once I got it, promised mama that we out of here My swag changed, and I lit up like the city fair I started doing interviews and photoshoots to d**h Them n***as seen it, it ain't Holly, but this sh** ain't fair Why he ain't choose me, how come he chose him Well play this song back and listen to this sh** again [x3] Make sure you comprehend, make sure you understand I am the f**ing man

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