The Trailer (starvation 2) Lyrics - Ace Hood

(Intro) 

Ace Hood 

You know I think its every young nigga dream to come from the bottom to the top 

From being in the dirt 

Counting the millions 

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(Verse) 

Uh, okay now fuck all this bullshit, I'm fresh off a full clip 

Counting this fucking money, did that with no scholarship 

I guess all that money talk, so fuck what you niggas thought 

My bitch got a Porsche truck, like look what that pussy parked 

Got that hustler demeanor, fresh and I'm out that two seater 

Got to sleep with the reaper, and watch out for them people 

Cause the devil be lurkin', all these pistols are dirty 

All my niggas are riders, their clips extended with thirty 

I woke up early this morning, thanked the Lord I'm alive 

Kissed my daughter then told my lady I'm back on the grind 

Gotta do it for Sela, that's my daily remind 

Fuck these bitches, the money, power, respect on my mind 

It ain't no love for the weak, ain't no top on the Jeep 

Tell them haters I'm overseas, I'll be back in a week 

I'm trying to get richer than Trump, a couple million for lunch 

I need the cover of Forbes with We Da Best on the front 

I'm going mane, nigga kiss my ass 

These niggas be stealing my flows and all, ain't even mad 

I swear my flow is dope as coke, come get your bag 

Just bought that Aston Martin, yummm', that fucker fast 

Nigga started with a dollar and a dream, show me the cream 

All about that profit piling, partner that's by any means 

That fifty-thousand in my pocket busting out the seams 

Hopping out that coupe, that roof go missing bitch like bada-bing 

Knock knock, bang bang, ever since back then they wanna know who I be 

H double-O-D, was running the streets since I was like seventeen 

I put it on mama, always dreamed of having a Lamborghin' 

Them niggas was hating, still I was skating in that Mossolin 

Oh I mean mo say 

It's money over bitches, what my niggas claim 

Probably in the whip with my little Spanish thing 

All day, in the back of the back number nine J's 

I be balling, small ding know what I mean 

I say what's up with them bitches? Molly, weed, and some liquor 

I'm the type of nigga do you first and then your sister 

I'm a savage, with fifty karats 

Came from the bottom of the barrel, to living lavish 

Blood on my sneakers, brother's keeper I see dead people 

'Bout them figures, squeeze them triggers I'm just soul seeking 

I think you pussy, I can smell it on you loud and clear 

And since my daddy left me young, I ran up out of fear 

And when it come down to my family, bitch I die for them 

Blow that chopper through your chest to show you shit is real 

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(Outro) 

Show you shit is real 

Shout to 7 new 

Starvation 2 on the way nigga 

Moun up 

Moun up nigga 

We da best be that logo ah 

Ha ha ha 

Brap, brow