December 31st lyrics

by

Ace Hood


(Dj Khaled Talking intro for 1:21)

Take a look into my eyes
And just tell me what you see
Tell me do you you see the beast
They wanna let me off the leash
Way too many of them n*ggas sleep
I spit fire third degree
pus*y n*ggas dont wanna believe
On my momma they gon see
Got the hottest flow, and im honest though
f*ck witha n*gga be modest for
My concsious know im kinda dope
Somebody let them bloggers know
They dont wanna let this problem in
Every year is my time again
Underrated they contemplating
I'm top 5 in they conversations
They heard the people been hating on me
Oh well n*gga, whats new?
Still riding in a maybach
And they face mad when I came through
These n*ggas hate that I made it
Gotta make a way for my baby
My momma crying in that other room
And them tears were falling, I hate it
Next day I made me some change
Man up n*gga no complaining
Daddy left my younger stages
Ain't no choice I had to make it
Will not quit, and I will repent
And I won't consent, with a n*gga who snitch
Coupe no top it dont make no sense
Like a n*gga who broke it dont make no cents
Just stay friends in a whip no tint
And that rolex glist oh boy they p*ssed
Yall f*ck boys do make me sick
Your b*tch blow me, C4, tick tick!
And I got this sh*t, Khaled I got em
He going to war, standing beside em
You gon need army! You gon need navy!
You gon need soliders! Maybe OBAMA!
It's that W-E, T-H-E, B-E-S- carry the T
None of you n*ggas dont matter to me
Slaughter ya feature, just slaughter your beat
Feed me rappers, bon appeite!
n*ggas be trippin, them choppers will speak
Came for the war, no longer the peace
Time for the blind and be able to see
None of these n*ggas is ain't nothing like me
24 years ain't get no sleep
26 inches on my jeep, feeling like shackles on my feet
Know the day that they let me free, Yall in trouble O-M-G!
Please oh please n*gga pray for me!
Killing this sh*t boy, RIP!
I'm back with a B and a mac on me
In the back of the jeep yall looking for me!
Capital A ! Capital C ! Capital E !
H-double O, D
Free my n*ggas till they all get free!
Rep my city, gotta rep my team!
Broward county President
Thats that sh*t that I represent!
Quarter mill for that whip im in
pus*y boys I never mind they diss
80 thousand thats on my wrist
Take your chick and I make that b*tch
Hit the di*k, then take a flick
Send that sh*t, you'll have a fit
L-O-L im outta state
Young n*gga tryna get filthy rich
Im outchea, better bring your voucher
Better call your counsler, sh*t get real
Wanna think im coward? Oh I ain't bout it
Now your family, is pushing flowers tears to your momma
Heard it got em, never want that drama!
Never want that drama ohhh Lord!
I pray the world dont end in January
December 31st I made obituaries!
All you n*ggas sleeping, meet the cemetery
All you n*ggas sleeping, meet the cemetery!!
Starvation...
Starvation...
God Bless this proud Nation... Two

Outro
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