Tekst:
Master Ace Music Man

like thunder pounds And so they pack the show just to see He who claims to be the music man The music man (repeat 4x) It's about time for the music man

the bass like thunder pounds And so they pack the show just to see He who claims to be the Music Man The music man [x4] It's about time for the music man

on The hood of ya wick-wack low-ridin cadillac Back up ya boys and let's start the battle Act like, ya know, the masta ace don't play when it come to

[ verse 1 ] Here we go, we're on the late night tip Master ace with a tight grip Tight enough to hold the crowd, control the loud People, they gather

my man simon talkin bout he's gonna put a kit And a rag-top on that 560 s-e-c he buys? Take a look around at the music man on the corner playin his

[Verse 1 - Ace Hood] They told me "Where you getting money? Boy them niggas hate" Taught to trust nobody other than my .38 Fuck a nigga, petty weight

Yo kid man, stop the music Rollin' thru my, rollin' thru my hood This what I see when I'm rollin' thru my hood 2 to the 3 to the 4 the 5 the 6 And everybody

[feat. Drake] [Verse 1: Drake] Yeah, alright Uhh, Lowkey Peter Parker flow Tell her bring some Ace of Spades no sparklers though Private flights no hassle

[feat. Drake] [Verse 1: Drake] Yeah, alright Uhh, Lowkey Peter Parker flow Tell her bring some Ace of Spades no sparklers though Private flights no hassle