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ACE HOOD lyrics : "Lil Nigga (Interlude)"

(Intro)
Well it's gotta be one of the unwritten laws
Supportin that we all guiding us ah?

Them lil ^!$$%s out in the world lost nowadays

(Verse)

Lil ^!$$% from a small city
17, he playin 4 door, roll with it
Lil ^!$$%, major plans after school finish

All he ever want is Chevy with some boom in it
Lil ^!$$% all A's and some cool grace
Them ^!$$%s is homies, phonies, they parted ways

All because the lil ^!$$% focused on his grades
Doin the college vengeance to Florida State
Lil ^!$$% got his mind right

Doin it for us, mama promised her that better life
Mama Christian, a firm believer, she love Christ
Damn shame daddy strung off off that hard white

Oh girl steady going through and
See a crime, bills piling, how she gonna do it?
Lil ^!$$% watch him mad as a mother$#&@er

Lil ^!$$% fed up with section 8 struggles
So lil ^!$$% tryina make a way
Said $#&@ it, ain't no choices, got his mind made

Called his cousin, that lil ^!$$% told him crime pays
Lil ^!$$% like whatever to get my mom straight
Started sellin nickel bags and bought a .38

Like $#&@ a case, lil ^!$$% started seein cake
After a while it's like tradition on a daily base
Skippin school fool heavy gang affiliate

By this time lil ^!$$% on some other %#@!
Lil ^!$$% thuggin, mother$#&@in scholarship
Rollin with a clique, he took the choice to follow them

Whole future gone, lil ^!$$% had a gift
Lil ^!$$% smoke a purp blunt
All he wanna do is murk something

Lil ^!$$% keep his 5 with him
Getting lil money, keep a 9 clipper
Lil ^!$$% ruined by society

Lil ^!$$% screw up his priorities
Lil ^!$$% took in by that peer pressure
Started getting money, make the flicks jealous

Grind away, them ^!$$%s want his head
Price on that lil ^!$$% ? couple grand
At first that lil ^!$$% wanted by the feds

Them other ^!$$%s talkin crazy how they want him dead
It was 9 o'clock on a Friday
Lil ^!$$% trappin where his mom stay

Couple lil ^!$$%s in the driveway
Lil ^!$$% mama gone, she'll be back at 8
Couple hours passed, youngin like it's getting late

Lil ^!$$% said he home but %#@! let's make a shape
Plus mama called like know how them ^!$$%s off in the place
So lil ^!$$% grabbed his pistol and his .38

Pullin up his pants, daps to his homies
Walked out the do', black truck, creep slowly
Window rolled down, 4 masked goonies

Lil ^!$$% slippin so they letting off the Uzi
Shots started firin, 2 to the head
Damn, lil ^!$$% dead



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