Get in my face, I'll make you wear braces
You can't take it, I'm bout to get a nice punch
You're gonna get hit, it's about to be Christmas
Oh, what'd you say
That's none of your business
Bro, why you shaking in your britches
Homie, my mom told me, before I was born She wanted to hold me
I'ma count one, two, three,
Alright, that's it I'ma hit you in the knee
You're blind now, I have to write your name under the line now
To clarify now, you're in second place
Get in my face, I'll make you wear braces
Wait, bet' not mess with Ace
Or his My kids tryna raise them to be kings
Keep kindness in their hearts and always follow their dreams
Don't know what tomorrow brings, live life like it's golden
But right, just like Edgar Allen Poe Did the coldest
The flow is ferocious
I'm just God's instrument
The bad times behind us, prosperity is eminent
I just pray for my nemesis
Bruce Lee ninja-ish
"Be like water" I conform to my environment
Became the sum of all fears, educated black man
Tell the young queens they better than OnlyFans and lap dance
Feelin' like my last chance
Tryna turn my life around
Doin' everything So my sons are nothin' like me now
Hold on baby, wait me down
Still one of the flyest
A combination of what Iceberg Slim and Christ is
The righteous shall inherit the land, forever live in it
I just wanna give my kids chances to be better tenants
I do my calisthenics, I'm headin' nowhere
Fast Runnin' in place, who wanted what Ace
Gotta get it for myself, leavin' nothin' to fate
Get in my face, you know what I'ma do to you
Push a wig back like a manicure cuticle
I ain't that far removed, still creatin' distance
Intentions on bein' one of the best mentioned
Whenever you bring up this art form
Tink said, chill daddy, he ain't want me to write for him
Had to respect that, black father's absent Had to address that,
Had to attest that, I'm tryin' my best at parentin' Some of you *bleep* is just embarrassin
Please, he don't raise ya seeds
In all honesty, it's givin' dead beat
Ace Lib - Get In My Face (feat. KingTink) Lyrics
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Get in my face, I'll make you wear braces
You can't take it, I'm bout to get a nice punch
You're gonna get hit, it's about to be Christmas
Oh, what'd you say
That's none of your business
Bro, why you shaking in your britches
Homie, my mom told me, before I was born She wanted to hold me
I'ma count one, two, three,
Alright, that's it I'ma hit you in the knee
You're blind now, I have to write your name under the line now
To clarify now, you're in second place
Get in my face, I'll make you wear braces
Wait, bet' not mess with Ace
Or his My kids tryna raise them to be kings
Keep kindness in their hearts and always follow their dreams
Don't know what tomorrow brings, live life like it's golden
But right, just like Edgar Allen Poe Did the coldest
The flow is ferocious
I'm just God's instrument
The bad times behind us, prosperity is eminent
I just pray for my nemesis
Bruce Lee ninja-ish
"Be like water" I conform to my environment
Became the sum of all fears, educated black man
Tell the young queens they better than OnlyFans and lap dance
Feelin' like my last chance
Tryna turn my life around
Doin' everything So my sons are nothin' like me now
Hold on baby, wait me down
Still one of the flyest
A combination of what Iceberg Slim and Christ is
The righteous shall inherit the land, forever live in it
I just wanna give my kids chances to be better tenants
I do my calisthenics, I'm headin' nowhere
Fast Runnin' in place, who wanted what Ace
Gotta get it for myself, leavin' nothin' to fate
Get in my face, you know what I'ma do to you
Push a wig back like a manicure cuticle
I ain't that far removed, still creatin' distance
Intentions on bein' one of the best mentioned
Whenever you bring up this art form
Tink said, chill daddy, he ain't want me to write for him
Had to respect that, black father's absent Had to address that,
Had to attest that, I'm tryin' my best at parentin' Some of you *bleep* is just embarrassin
Please, he don't raise ya seeds
In all honesty, it's givin' dead beat
You can't take it, I'm bout to get a nice punch
You're gonna get hit, it's about to be Christmas
Oh, what'd you say
That's none of your business
Bro, why you shaking in your britches
Homie, my mom told me, before I was born She wanted to hold me
I'ma count one, two, three,
Alright, that's it I'ma hit you in the knee
You're blind now, I have to write your name under the line now
To clarify now, you're in second place
Get in my face, I'll make you wear braces
Wait, bet' not mess with Ace
Or his My kids tryna raise them to be kings
Keep kindness in their hearts and always follow their dreams
Don't know what tomorrow brings, live life like it's golden
But right, just like Edgar Allen Poe Did the coldest
The flow is ferocious
I'm just God's instrument
The bad times behind us, prosperity is eminent
I just pray for my nemesis
Bruce Lee ninja-ish
"Be like water" I conform to my environment
Became the sum of all fears, educated black man
Tell the young queens they better than OnlyFans and lap dance
Feelin' like my last chance
Tryna turn my life around
Doin' everything So my sons are nothin' like me now
Hold on baby, wait me down
Still one of the flyest
A combination of what Iceberg Slim and Christ is
The righteous shall inherit the land, forever live in it
I just wanna give my kids chances to be better tenants
I do my calisthenics, I'm headin' nowhere
Fast Runnin' in place, who wanted what Ace
Gotta get it for myself, leavin' nothin' to fate
Get in my face, you know what I'ma do to you
Push a wig back like a manicure cuticle
I ain't that far removed, still creatin' distance
Intentions on bein' one of the best mentioned
Whenever you bring up this art form
Tink said, chill daddy, he ain't want me to write for him
Had to respect that, black father's absent Had to address that,
Had to attest that, I'm tryin' my best at parentin' Some of you *bleep* is just embarrassin
Please, he don't raise ya seeds
In all honesty, it's givin' dead beat
Writer: Phoenix Marrero, Omarr Marrero
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