Rakaa Iriscience, Defari, Evidence, Fashawn - Aces High lyrics
[Rakaa Iriscience, Defari, Evidence, Fashawn - Aces High lyrics]
Look out, watch it, approach with caution
The A-L-C spins like the chrome revolvin’
Bang out, ventilate, air your brain out
While your girl hit the front row
To call my name out
It’s the California golden state
Sunshine glarin’ on ya
Back from Amsterdam thinking kush
Is more than marijuana
Pure Americana, we’re election victims
Only athletes and hustlers know
The metric system
I’m touched, son of a reverend
I send the tithe, play the round
But I don’t hustle heaven
Military hood rhymes like the mic’s a weapon
Militant good times like Michael Evans
Dilated Rakaa rocks the crown
Of thorns properly
Wear it as a badge of honor
Tell ‘em there’s no stopping me
Keep your ojos peeled or the rojo spills
I don’t bang, but I’m loco still
I’m a keep doing what I’m doing
Till you’re done with me
Till it ain’t fun to me
Exposed like somebody unzipped me
It’s going down like rum, whiskey
I puff sticky
Like my hundreds and my ones crispy
Just a poet under pressure
Only turned him to a diamond
Digging for gold far from a minor
Now I’m a grown up some think I’m a loner
But for those who know
I roll deep as the Atlantic Ocean
With a band of soldiers
Cockin’ they cannons, we rollin’
Roll up a gram of that doja we expandin’
Controlling Los Angeles like we own it
Don’t be fooled by the lights
Never seen Paradise more like a pair of dice
Shit, I’m gambling my life away
Hustling, scrambling
Damn it I could die today
Immortalized through the rhyme
C-A state of mind
Wish they had a flavor like mine
Just the way I was designed
It’s time to pay the piper
I don’t calm down, i’m hyper
Vent this
Lord forgive those that trespass against us
I don’t trust, I’m never left defenseless
Talking to a brick wall, dawg
Fuck friendship
I mean, nowadays it’s all one and the same
Most fronting really only out for your fame
Most dawgs involved for their interest
I just met you, it’s just business
Game recognize game since day one
A-L-C move to the beat of the same drum
E-V stick the topic of discussion
I heard if they smile too much
Don’t trust ‘em
Turn the other cheek, my mom say
I pay homage to your
Diss like Carlito Brigante
Benny Blanco’s back, I be the last to laugh
Look out, if it looks too good, it’s a trap
Aces high, my face is painless
The barrel’s stainless, the handle’s plastic
The weed I bags, oops, I mean contain it
The Porsche, of course I press
I fast lane it
Impress through the city of the
West that made me
UCLA baby, Los Angeles gave me
This unique style, many unfit to imitate
Defari, the name mean top legitimate
I mean legitimate
I’m full-time with benefit's
You’re just a little kid
You’re pissing your parents off
See, you the type to pop a case of no way
We the type to pop a case of rosé
No way can you fuck with us on no day
Viva la cannabis, yes, let’s blow away
I know a chemist whose beats
Punch holes like the dentist
He also from the town where
They with the business
You know as an artist I’ve been able to
Travel around LA and learn
From different artists, not
Just people from where I came from
But people
From the west side of LA, eastside
The north and the south
Some of them guys are still painting, some
Of ‘em not like some of them
They got older i
Guess they moved on to different things
But you still
Have some people that were like real good
But LA have a lot of
Good people from all over
The A-L-C spins like the chrome revolvin’
Bang out, ventilate, air your brain out
While your girl hit the front row
To call my name out
It’s the California golden state
Sunshine glarin’ on ya
Back from Amsterdam thinking kush
Is more than marijuana
Pure Americana, we’re election victims
Only athletes and hustlers know
The metric system
I’m touched, son of a reverend
I send the tithe, play the round
But I don’t hustle heaven
Military hood rhymes like the mic’s a weapon
Militant good times like Michael Evans
Dilated Rakaa rocks the crown
Of thorns properly
Wear it as a badge of honor
Tell ‘em there’s no stopping me
Keep your ojos peeled or the rojo spills
I don’t bang, but I’m loco still
I’m a keep doing what I’m doing
Till you’re done with me
Till it ain’t fun to me
Exposed like somebody unzipped me
It’s going down like rum, whiskey
I puff sticky
Like my hundreds and my ones crispy
Just a poet under pressure
Only turned him to a diamond
Digging for gold far from a minor
Now I’m a grown up some think I’m a loner
But for those who know
I roll deep as the Atlantic Ocean
With a band of soldiers
Cockin’ they cannons, we rollin’
Roll up a gram of that doja we expandin’
Controlling Los Angeles like we own it
Don’t be fooled by the lights
Never seen Paradise more like a pair of dice
Shit, I’m gambling my life away
Hustling, scrambling
Damn it I could die today
Immortalized through the rhyme
C-A state of mind
Wish they had a flavor like mine
Just the way I was designed
It’s time to pay the piper
I don’t calm down, i’m hyper
Vent this
Lord forgive those that trespass against us
I don’t trust, I’m never left defenseless
Talking to a brick wall, dawg
Fuck friendship
I mean, nowadays it’s all one and the same
Most fronting really only out for your fame
Most dawgs involved for their interest
I just met you, it’s just business
Game recognize game since day one
A-L-C move to the beat of the same drum
E-V stick the topic of discussion
I heard if they smile too much
Don’t trust ‘em
Turn the other cheek, my mom say
I pay homage to your
Diss like Carlito Brigante
Benny Blanco’s back, I be the last to laugh
Look out, if it looks too good, it’s a trap
Aces high, my face is painless
The barrel’s stainless, the handle’s plastic
The weed I bags, oops, I mean contain it
The Porsche, of course I press
I fast lane it
Impress through the city of the
West that made me
UCLA baby, Los Angeles gave me
This unique style, many unfit to imitate
Defari, the name mean top legitimate
I mean legitimate
I’m full-time with benefit's
You’re just a little kid
You’re pissing your parents off
See, you the type to pop a case of no way
We the type to pop a case of rosé
No way can you fuck with us on no day
Viva la cannabis, yes, let’s blow away
I know a chemist whose beats
Punch holes like the dentist
He also from the town where
They with the business
You know as an artist I’ve been able to
Travel around LA and learn
From different artists, not
Just people from where I came from
But people
From the west side of LA, eastside
The north and the south
Some of them guys are still painting, some
Of ‘em not like some of them
They got older i
Guess they moved on to different things
But you still
Have some people that were like real good
But LA have a lot of
Good people from all over