Ace (feat. Samuei)

In the CA, son

Move fast on the path like a relay run

Imma stunt on a punk

Imma dunk from the jump

Mix the jazz with the funk

where the DJ, huh?

I put the pack in with a passion they ain’t rapping right

Stone cold fists I’ll decapitate a capper like

We just want a little bit of bass

Put a spitter on his face

Imma slap him then I can’t forget to sanitize

It’s cold shivers

Go figure

Those spitters

Roast dinner

Go spinning

Don’t wither

Those spitters

So bitter

Go swinging

Why you think they call me Samuei?

I sip yak, sit back and then I analyze

Stack up the tickets

And I’ve been handling business

I’m like a mathematician

The way I handle the figures

I don’t cap

Don’t chat

Do the damage and pivot

I gotta move

Keep calm when you’re under attack

Never run from the chat

Need my dollars intact

I need a boom

Back with the chat

Unattached to the cap

Imma stand where I’m at

Till I make it to the tomb