Make A Toast Lyrics - Ruthless - Ace Hood

[Intro] 

This is no longer music 

It's a celebration homie 

[Chorus] 

Let's make a toast (Toast) 

To the young don 

And to the gangsters, until they postpone 

To all the hustlers, that's on the cash grind 

To those we lost to war and looking for a lifetime 

I do it for the G's, I do it for the streets 

This one for history, I'm toasting this to me 

Glasses in the air! (It's a celebration baby) 

I'm toasting this to me 

Glasses in the air! And this for history 

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[Verse 1] 

True story I was born into the Lord's glory 

Hustle and ambition, vision first class ported 

And that's according I was cordial on my first formal 

Trying to make a mill' coming off of four quarters 

I am so Florida Marlin in my own water 

Swimming with the sharks, slaughter anyting by the 

Feeling like an orphan, never knew my real father 

Guess that's why I'm going harder than my role model 

Signed to the biggest label that enable Carter 

Now they paying Hood out there to my armor model 

And every Ace of Spades bottle till the last swallow 

Only taint to ever trained to get the last dollar 

Black flag scholar, Louis Vuitton don 

A hundred for the watch, just waiting for the right time 

I just realized in my money state of mind 

I'm on another level devils meet me in the sky 

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[Chorus] 

[Verse 2] 

I used to wake up morning, yawning where I want to be 

People I want to meet, and places I've been dying to see 

No hope of selling coke or dope, I'm going back to sleep 

Now I 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 apoligies, the modesty is all to me 

It's ruthless mindframe is the way to be 

I burn a hater, blow the ashes on his daddy feet 

May he be deceased, look until you see the beast 

While I could see you getting rich and niggas envy me 

It's deeper than the rap, the realist shit a nigga speak 

Private planes take me everywhere they wish to see 

And Khaled taking 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 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3] 

Shout out to Khaled, shout out to Def Jam 

Shout out to We the Best, what up Dollas and Deals? 

Shout out to A.D., what up Fo' Fifth? 

What up Kitgo? What up P Bo? 

Blood no go, what up A.C.? 

I love you Blonde D, I love you big sis' 

I love you little sis', I love you 2Pac 

And I will never stop, let's toast to the top 

[Chorus] 

[Outro] 

Ace Hood baby! 

This is no longer music 

This is a celebration baby 

I've been introduced to the finer things in life 

Thank you Lord 

Thank you Lord! 

Khaled! I told them 

Make a toast to them 

Hi haters!