[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