A.C.E. Zulu - Morals

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I can't give
I'll get it, independent, don't need a deal
If I get my shot, I'ma go in for the kill
In the midst of fakes, I'ma always spit that real
Ain't no major pain, but this a motherfuckin' drill
Nah, I won't back down
A.C.E. a movement I put the team on the map now
Motherfuckers who ain't got morals won't see a bad buck
Try to label misfortunes from their choices as bad luck
To the cup and we double clutch, A.C.E. the team
Don't know about it, come fuck with us
May be the minority, still we standing on loyalty
Ain't too into spending bags, we take the money and double up
I ain't complain when I was in that rut, making moves on that bus
I ain't fight or fuss, I ate them licks and then I tightened up
Ten thousand hours grinding with no whining got me Tyson cut
Giving y'all the real from the field like they done mic'd me up
And I'll never quit
Gone check them records see what happened when that pressure hit
And I'll never change
Paid for it in blood, I told brody I'ma take that pain
I can't give
I'll get it, independent, don't need a deal
If I get my shot, I'ma go in for the kill
In the midst of fakes, I'ma always spit that real
Ain't no major pain, but this a motherfuckin' drill
Nah, I won't back down
A.C.E. a movement I put the team on the map now
Motherfuckers who ain't got morals won't see a bad buck
Try to label misfortunes from their choices as bad luck

Written by:
Rodney Hines Jr.

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