Слова песни Lord Knows Ace Hood

Sick and tired of being sick and tiredMuthaf-ck them other niggas be the state of mindGot them haters on the job like it’s a 9 to 5Getting money, mind ya business and stay out of mine50 thousands for this rolly homieI die tonight just bring my jewelry to the ceremonyLord knows I be shittin’ on ‘emHottest nigga since that weather out in ArizonaSleeping on me hope you choke and fall into a comaSmell the frangrance know the money be the new aromaI’m just spazzing out, denims carry large amountsGot them bitches throwin’ pussy what the asses outTrue story, new gloryMoney stacking taller than a two storyReal niggas countin money, never gets boringLast year I made a million of the state touringFuck boys, know what you talking boutI run my own team, aint no room for mascotsLook around, peep at the winners circleWe the niggas touching paper like a social workerPlus them pistols keep them shells like a ninja turtleWear rubber, cus these Spanish bitches so fertileLord Knows I be going hardRIP my nigga Daniel, remember that garageLong nights, before that rap shitI was thinking moving keys like a locksmithNo sir, the copsThem crackers dirty, I just hope you keep ya name clearWaiting for a nigga, trippin’ I just stand stillI aint trippin’ I just stand stillLord knows that I’m stressed outWalking through these roadblocks with my chest outDamn, 23 and made a million dollarsFucking put a quarter million dollars round a collarCouple more to cop a Phantom I aint talking operaThey sya my flow sick I should see a fucking doctorReal niggas in ya presenceChopper raise a nigga head like you presentBroward County I am thatOnly nigga in my city riding Maybach’sMotivation, motivation, my niggas fans are deadThey only location?And thats word to my daughterI’m just tryna make it your headquartersWord up