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Fowler Ave

The Black Ace
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Good emotion We up for the city I'm a maverick, fly me to Dallas Ain't no reason that I cannot challenge When I do it, this music, there ain't nothing to it I fight for my wins like the Malice at Palace She ran on my man so I don't fuck with Ally's Dark in ya heart, I was raised in the valley These, they make me so callous I only deal with good woman, they saying I'm valid Lot of you men be the illest Stunt for the front and you claim you the realest Use "HIM" like it come in a can I don't need to feel like cause I know that I am Shikamaru, shit, this feel like a drag Pick up all your picks, it feel like an ad Cold with a coat, I be working in labs A Dee-Dee can't see me Man, we was on Fowler Ave Thinking 'bout driving that brand new Jag Baby blue like my Grandpa had Son of the GOAT, yeah I'm proud of that kid like my Dad It's a game It's a shame Getting duo with the lingo Tres to cuatro, cinco Todos mis horas trabajo They say it's a lotto I'm Big Aristotle The game is a model, she thick like she Latto Don't need the bottle to give 'em the throttle I had three jobs and a lick Mix on the wax and I know it's gon' stick Dropping my best like I'm playing the Knicks This is my garden Step back like Harden Growth is appalling Know I'll be charting I'm going all in I'm going, I'm going what?