The Black Ace - MITI

Yeah I gotta make it, make it
So I gotta take it, take it
If we playing make it, take it
You ain't get it like me
Whatchu gonna do
When we standing face to face
Ain't no fear in my eyes
Got em shooting like Spike Lee
Tempting my fate, getting my point across, that's the goal
I ain't knocking on no wood, I'm just knocking down the doors
Heating up the room just in case you think I'm froze
Zone looking like it's hell, think I'll call this place home
2 Q-Tips and a phone, man that's all I got
Battery dying slow, the water's boiling in the pot
Oatmeal on the stove, brown sugar on the counter
She love it when I call her that (Eat it up)
On her goldilocks, yeah she want it just right
Stir the pot all day cause I'm working every night
Kiss-Kiss her real soft so she begs for the taste
And I can feel like I ain't lonely while I'm banking on the chase
For the-For the green, for the rasta
For the top spot on ya roster
Mi nuh need no bup bup, mi nuh wan nuh shotahs
Is me a sip di ting while mi lose every-ting
Make wi dance and sing 'till the morning
I'm mourning for my peanut buttercups and all the ice cream sandwiches with the cookies on top
And the bottom
Damn I love that bottom
Coming from the bottom
Actually, I'm somewhere in the middle
Yeah I gotta make it, make it
So I gotta take it, take it
If we playing make it, take it
You ain't get it like me
Whatchu gonna do
When we standing face to face
Ain't no fear in my eyes
Got em shooting like Spike Lee
Tempting my fate, getting my point across, that's the goal
I ain't knocking on no wood, I'm just knocking down the doors
Heating up the room just in case you think I'm froze
Zone looking like it's hell, think I'll call this place home

Written by:
Adrian O'Sullivan, Stoic Beats

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