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Akwahman Video (MV)




Performed By: Ayceeonethirty
Length: 2:55
Written by: Anthony Lida




Ayceeonethirty - Akwahman Lyrics




I put the Druff on my back
We gon roll one for Mac from that decible sack
Burn a dutch with the gang on the grass
Live it up fore they turn it all to ash, they gon laugh
Demons follow in my tracks
We give our future tryin to cope with the past
I was geeked off that glass, I would sneak out the back
Of my grandma's, creep on to the creek and relax
With some wraps in my hand for the raps in my head
Wanna bash on the clique, bet they'll act when I'm dead
Don't believe in God, but some my homie's gone
So I been soakin lawns with forty's, tryin to move on
Rip this and pass to my Uncle Bill
Deep in the struggle still, bet you know what I feel
She only with me for bummin pills
She wanna come and chill, but in the Druff I know nothin real
They want me Aquaman wet
They was f*ckin off while I was wipin off sweat
They think they cracked the code
Couldn't handle knowin half what I know
New Aycee same old shit
What the f*ck I look like hung up on an old bitch
I was seventeen spendin nights on a cold bench
Cole deep, day one crew I been rolled with
Might hit Adam22 and blow a wood up
240 P got the hood up
Wanderlei, they know I get the hook up
They ain't never been on this side of Woodruff
Homie I just coast, I ain't really with the boastin
Switch two piece, hit the hezzy, that's Schulz shit
Y'all would probably kill your mom for the fame
Sound the same, look the same, oughta rep dopple-gang
This a little bit of magic for em
Actin up, the pack gon really have to floor em
All these trees around me, don't know where to store em
Most of this I do because of drunken boredom
Said I'd never be with Ross in a Maybach
They just hatin cause they scared to lose they nametag
Switch smash on they bitch, no gamepad
Target on my heart, show her where to aim at
Might've knew me back then, but y'all don't know where I been
In the E when y'all was headed home for curfew at ten
This the autistic, omniscient, odd spittin, god
Hit this bong, sippin strong, f*ck the law bitch I'm gone

Yeah I don't give a f*ck what Russ say
I do this shit to try and cover up the tough pain
And life just stay rough
So I be f*cked up
Floorboard all full of guts
And that ain't from the blunts
They want me Aquaman wet
They was f*ckin off while I was wipin off sweat
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I put the Druff on my back
We gon roll one for Mac from that decible sack
Burn a dutch with the gang on the grass
Live it up fore they turn it all to ash, they gon laugh
Demons follow in my tracks
We give our future tryin to cope with the past
I was geeked off that glass, I would sneak out the back
Of my grandma's, creep on to the creek and relax
With some wraps in my hand for the raps in my head
Wanna bash on the clique, bet they'll act when I'm dead
Don't believe in God, but some my homie's gone
So I been soakin lawns with forty's, tryin to move on
Rip this and pass to my Uncle Bill
Deep in the struggle still, bet you know what I feel
She only with me for bummin pills
She wanna come and chill, but in the Druff I know nothin real
They want me Aquaman wet
They was f*ckin off while I was wipin off sweat
They think they cracked the code
Couldn't handle knowin half what I know
New Aycee same old shit
What the f*ck I look like hung up on an old bitch
I was seventeen spendin nights on a cold bench
Cole deep, day one crew I been rolled with
Might hit Adam22 and blow a wood up
240 P got the hood up
Wanderlei, they know I get the hook up
They ain't never been on this side of Woodruff
Homie I just coast, I ain't really with the boastin
Switch two piece, hit the hezzy, that's Schulz shit
Y'all would probably kill your mom for the fame
Sound the same, look the same, oughta rep dopple-gang
This a little bit of magic for em
Actin up, the pack gon really have to floor em
All these trees around me, don't know where to store em
Most of this I do because of drunken boredom
Said I'd never be with Ross in a Maybach
They just hatin cause they scared to lose they nametag
Switch smash on they bitch, no gamepad
Target on my heart, show her where to aim at
Might've knew me back then, but y'all don't know where I been
In the E when y'all was headed home for curfew at ten
This the autistic, omniscient, odd spittin, god
Hit this bong, sippin strong, f*ck the law bitch I'm gone

Yeah I don't give a f*ck what Russ say
I do this shit to try and cover up the tough pain
And life just stay rough
So I be f*cked up
Floorboard all full of guts
And that ain't from the blunts
They want me Aquaman wet
They was f*ckin off while I was wipin off sweat
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Writer: Anthony Lida
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