Lord Knows (Freestyle) lyrics

by

Ace Hood


[Verse]
Sick and tired of being sick and tired
Muthaf*ck them other n*ggas be the state of mind
Got them haters on the job like it’s a 9 to 5
Getting money, mind ya business and stay out of mine
50 thousands for this rolly homie
I die tonight just bring my jewelry to the ceremony
Lord knows I be sh*ttin’ on ‘em
Hottest n*gga since that weather out in Arizona
Sleeping on me hope you choke and fall into a coma
Smell the frangrance know the money be the new aroma
I’m just spazzing out, denims carry large amounts
Got them b*tches throwin’ pus*y what the asses out
True story, new glory
Money stacking taller than a two story
Real n*ggas countin money, never gets boring
Last year I made a million of the state touring
f*ck boys, know what you talking bout
I run my own team, ain't no room for mascots
Look around, peep at the winners circle
We the n*ggas touching paper like a social worker
Plus them pistols keep them shells like a ninja turtle
Wear rubber, cus these Spanish b*tches so fertile
Lord Knows I be going hard
RIP my n*gga Daniel, remember that garage
Long nights, before that rap sh*t
I was thinking moving keys like a locksmith
No sir, the cops
Them crackers dirty, I just hope you keep ya name clear
Waiting for a n*gga, trippin’ I just stand still
I ain't trippin’ I just stand still
Lord knows that I’m stressed out
Walking through these roadblocks with my chest out
Damn, 23 and made a million dollars
f*cking put a quarter million dollars round a collar
Couple more to cop a Phantom I ain't talking opera
They sya my flow sick I should see a f*cking doctor
Real n*ggas in ya presence
Chopper raise a n*gga head like you present
Broward County I am that
Only n*gga in my city riding Maybach’s
Motivation, motivation, my n*ggas fans are dead
They only location?
And thats word to my daughter
I’m just tryna make it your headquarters
Word up
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