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letra de the future - yung ace

[verse 1]
money is the motive
you better be joking
you know i’m always holding
on to mary jane’s potion
livin’ in the sky, looks blue like an ocean
really live high, come on join us, the door is open
i really was hoping you could come through
and bring the joints through
at least maybe one, two
calling us the new dudes
include jake and maurice, they the realest homies i got
we always chill every week
jake got a homie named bleque
when your girl with you she so weak
but if i’m with your b-tch, she turn to a freak
hear me out at least listen to the words that i speak
they call me yung ace but for real i’mma beast
one day we’ll be puffin on bomb hay and eating good like a feast
ya b-tch got you on lock down like you on a leash
and possibly tied to a tree but ehh if that’s what you into then stay
i ain’t got no time to hate
all i’m worrying about is how to handle all this money i’ll make
that’s true sh-t wit real friends we don’t talk to fakes
rocking sick j’s and vans to skate
now i gotta blow up soon before it’s to late

[verse 2]
rnod’s what i’m repping
dgk and diamond is what i’m dressed in
there’s a lot of things that we do
but rapping’s the best
and i’m probably the freshest young white rapper you’ve ever seen
right now i’m on the grind working hard for the green
but one day you’ll see me on your tv screen
rollin’ some dope trees probably a blend with og
with your b-tch she bend down and get on her knees
she tryna please me is it workin’?
sh-t we’ll just have to see
y’all worrying about sh-t like you’re on a lease
i ain’t worrying about sh-t like my things are free
but really it’s hard work for these large wagers
but really i’m on my grind, i’ll see you later
don’t give a f-ck about you haters
cause all you are, are just some motivators
loving this job ain’t gotta do no labor again
i’m on my grind, i’ll see you later

[verse 3]
all i wanna do is get in the studio
and possibly work on some music videos
and open my vocabulary like spaghettios
i can rap a verse to any flow
i’m on the run its time to go
police chasing my homies, but they to f-ckin’ slow
my life is a story, i could make a f-ckin show
i live in the 651 where it always snows
ridin’ with the window down on the city roads
all you hear out there are truck h-rns that blow
turn up on a back road and you hear gr-ss gettin’ mowed
i don’t care if you a friend or a foe
but for real this just the life that we know
right now we livin’ broke
but give me a few years to make some music for everybody’s ears
scared money don’t make no money so i don’t got many fears
we don’t live in the past
we here
this what i’m doin’ and this is just how i proved it
outchea working hard with my music

- yung ace

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