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Ace Hood( Antoine McColister )
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Make A Toast
Lyricist:Maurice Carpenter, Leigh Elliott, Antoine Mccolister, Johnny Mollings, Lenny Mollings
This is no longer music It's a celebration homie
Let's make a toast (Toast) To the young don and to the gangstas Until they post pone to all the hustlas
That's on the cash grind To those we lost to war lookin' for a lifetime I do it for the G's, I do it for the streets This one for history, I'm toastin'
This to me, glasses in the air (It's a celebration baby) Glasses in the air and this for history
True story, I was born into the Lord's glory hustlin' Of their visions to first class ported and that's accordin' And I was corgile on my first formal Tryin' make a mill' comin' off a four quarters
I am so Florida, marlin in my own water Swimin' wit' the sharks, slaughter anything by them Feelin' like an orphan, never knew my real father Guess that's why I'm goin' harder than my role model Signed to the biggest label that enable Cartier
Now they payin' Hood at that to my armor model And every Ace of Spades bottle To the last swallow only taint forever Trained to get the last dollar, black flag scholar
Louis Vuitton don, a hundred for the watch Just waitin' for the right time I just realized in my money state of mind I'm on another level devils meet me in the sky
Let's make a toast (Toast) To the young don and to the gangstas Until they post pone to all the hustlas
That's on the cash grind To those we lost to war lookin' for a lifetime I do it for the G's, I do it for the streets This one for history, I'm toastin'
This to me, glasses in the air (It's a celebration baby) Glasses in the air and this for history
I used to wake up in the mornin' yawin' Where I wanna be, people that I wanna meet And places I've been diein' to see Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com No hope in sellin' coke or dope, I'm goin' back to sleep
Now lie awake with paper bags, cash under feet Throw up the W to represent my dynasty And all honesty the prodigy see no defeat Keep all apologies the modesty is all to me
It's ruthless mind frame is the way to be I burn a hater, blow the ashes on his daddy feet May he be deceased lookin' 'til you see the peace Well, I could see you gettin' rich 'cause niggas envy me
It's deeper than a rap, the realest shit a nigga speak Private planes take me everywhere, they wish to see And Khaled takin' me to heights, they only wish to be Flyest without a wing, the American dream It's a bird, it's a plane, naw, it's just me
Let's make a toast (Toast) To the young don and to the gangstas Until they post pone to all the hustlas
That's on the cash grind To those we lost to war lookin' for a lifetime I do it for the G's, I do it for the streets This one for history, I'm toastin'
This to me, glasses in the air (It's a celebration baby) Glasses in the air and this for history
Shout out to Khaled, shout out to Def Jam Shout out to We the Best What up Diamonds and Deals, shout out to A.D. What up Fo' Fifth, what up Kit Go
What up P Bo, blood no go, what up A.C. I love ya Blonde D, I love ya big sis I love ya lil' sis, I love ya 2Pac And I would never stop, let's toast to the top
Let's make a toast (Toast) To the young don and to the gangstas Until they post pone to all the hustlas
That's on the cash grind To those we lost to war lookin' for a lifetime I do it for the G's, I do it for the streets This one for history, I'm toastin'
This to me, glasses in the air (It's a celebration baby) Glasses in the air and this for history
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