Markus Jay - A.C.S Lyrics

I know this
Is the final list
I'm the finalist
Finer shit
Is what I provide for my finest bitch
Politics
We no politic
On all kinda shit
I just been
All up in her shit, like gynecologist
Novelist
When it come to bars that I be writing
They be biting
It's on sight and I hit hard like hard as lighting
With the thunder, came from under
Ask my momma or my brother
Or my sister or my daddy
Need a Grammy for my family
That's on granny
This for mammy
And my aunty Joyce and tammie
Know my ex's they can't stand me
If we homies then we family
And my cousins y'all know them
Dropped they names on older shit
I know you was catching bars
Reason you ain't notice it
You know the coldest is
Still that nigga heating up
This rap shit is just a mess
Guess who here to clean it up
All these niggas weak as fucc
Hush yo beak and keep it shut
We can all go bar for bar
Grab yo mic, let's see wassup
Shit so bad, I've seen enough
I just might donate some rhymes
And my bitch is an 11
Jason Kidd, I dropped them dimes
It's my time I feel like prime
Hope you boys don't cross the line
Tell the sun I need my shine
Try to rob, I keep my nine
Dotted line where do I sign
Know these labels want control
I won't do no compromise
For my manhood or my soul
Or my family or my music or morals
All that shit
If them fools don't understand
They can
I'm just coolin with this shit
Not too hard and not too lite
Who you fooling in this bitch
Take a chance and lose yo life
Still mix liquor with the sprite
Want that battle, we can fight
Jay the illest with the mic
You other suckas just iight
Iight