Not a Player

(Yah)
Yo Ace chill man, yo chill man
(Huh)
Ladies and gentlemen why don’t you grab your seat
It’s the notorious A C E
All these niggas wanna be like me
I’m half man half amazing
Rest In Peace to the great Stan lee
Woah man you killing it
Jheez I know they feeling it
Who’s shorty is this cause
Woah I know she digging in
Got my bae she an angle
Out for the night we just wiggin it
Celebratory dates
Who knows how we feeling it
When the day gets low man I gotta get high
Lotta nigga I grew up with that ain’t by my side
Reminiscing back to the days where ridding solo
Give it back to the day where I gave no fuck
When the day gets low man I gotta get high
Lotta nigga I grew up with that ain’t by my side
Reminiscing back to the days where riding solo
Give it back to the day where I gave no fuck
Fuck the diamond district, we going platinum baby
Tell my momma I made it out through the gutter
Ain’t like magic I ain’t Harry porter
Kinda like the worlds 8th wonder
Smoke the trees (Oh man) we ain’t never going under
Give it back to the days when it was only child’s play
Give it up for tomorrow cause we making gods play
Cause we living god plan, raised in the 6
So all my L come with a V's in it
And them V’s backed up with dem double Os
I hope this ain’t no overdose
Cause them V’s come with some open door
It’s that 6 side summer ting
So you know how the cuties move
They popin with them botty cheeks
So u know how the crew move
We in the bag like some guru
So we don’t care what fool do
Typa shit ain’t no new new
I’m not a player no more
(Aye aye aye)
I’m not a player no more
When the day gets low man I gotta get high
Lotta nigga I grew up with that ain’t by my side
Reminiscing back to the day where ridding solo
Give it back to the day where I gave no fuck
When the day gets low man I gotta get high
Lotta nigga I grew up with that ain’t by my side
Reminiscing back to the day where ridding solo
Give it back to the day where I gave no fuck
I’m not a player
She fucking with a boss nigga
It’s the vibes that Rick Ross give us
We fighting for the Meeks so they get a milli too
We the movement freedom fighter
Free all of my niggas so we could all jubilize
Free all my niggas from being fucking
Fucking brutalized
This that poetic justice
Man I hope u hear this
I’m not a player no more
When the day gets low man I gotta get high
Lotta nigga I grew up with that ain’t by my side
Reminiscing bout the day where ridding solo
Give it back to the day where I gave no fuck