[Intro: King Ace]

I was in them trenches
You was sitting in the benches
When you jump out the porch I was jumping over fences

Yea King Ace 3800 Street

[Verse: King Ace]

I was in them trenches
You was sitting in them benches
When you jump out the porch I was jumping over fences

[Verse 1: King Ace]

These rappers rap a lot but they ain't what they living
I was catching them fists and you was getting a fin
Bro see you damn till infinity thought you’ll kill me
Found shit wasn't easy ride with two max shit gone
To get cheezy told them imma make it but they ain't never
Believe the way I ride don’t I make that shit look easy
All white like snowman call me g-easy
Nyquil they sipping lean cause they want to sleep
Wish they was me but ain't nobody can be me
Ain't no competition cause ain't nobody can be me
Hit him with the rooga with Glock feeling nasty
For my opps put him in a box put him 6 feet

[Verse 2: King Ace]

This go for maniac a two six a sd
Let them boys talk know them lames
Looking bummy don't lay on them opps
Bro that shit ain't for me seen it with my eyes
Foes begging for money downtown man them boys
So broke and bummy the sun don't shine where I'm from
Never sunny this life own lyrics you take it from me
The pistols that I got my security won’t let you touch me
N***a don’t look at me wrong don't even mug me
Fuck being broke imma get some money if you really want it
You can take it from me posted on the block thirsty
Hungry give her good dick she come back like a junkie

[Verse 3: King Ace]

Diamonds on my neck
Hanging like a monkey
Wrap up his body up he look like a mummy
She gone eat me up she said I’m looking yummy gold like the ocean
Put it in her tummy

[Verse 4: King Ace]

N***as running mouth but they running from me
I don't like to talk my pistol talk for me I wouldn't even make it
If they ain't hate on me then I think nah cause at grey homie
I see you hella mad now your color blue
Do it running man all them bullets ran threw you
I’m on that hot shit so I had to get off block shit got to think
Smart know they plotting to watch me
No Pablo get me know that little boy a coffin
Had a dream I was in the floor get in the coffin so I'm throwing
Bullets real deep ran it on some feel like I'm playing NBA the way I crossed up man I love the feeling roughin up 12

[Verse 5: King Ace]

This king shit you can't hang with the bosses had to stop winning
Got tired of all these losses damn all these battles, I that fought all these battles I was fighting damn lot of n***as dying damn lot of
Momma's was crying down cause every day they was sliding
Bitch catch up man

[Verse 6: King Ace]

King Ace 3800 street mane
Fuck all the opps I want all
The smoke man free smoke
Mufuckn' dead opps imma
Talk that shit stack that shit up
Pussy motherfuckers

[Outro: King Ace]

He said Crook