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Be Happy (feat. Jay Smallz) Video (MV)




Performed By: FNS Ace
Language: English
Length: 3:21
Written by: Reginald Carswell Jr




FNS Ace - Be Happy (feat. Jay Smallz) Lyrics
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I be happy when they go out sad
Why they walking around like they mad?
They my son's I might teach 'em a lesson, beat 'em and leave 'em like deadbeat dads
Why you worried bout me? Get a bag
Try to run up that toe will get tagged
And I hate a bird that's always chirping, I can't trip off what I already had
I'm the same I won't ever act new
Blockboy get to dancing and shoot
Tryna buy me a mansion or two
Shawty say that I'm handsome and cute
On the glocks only time that I'm switching up
What's in your pockets? Boy give it up
Can't be us so they try to mimick us
He all talk cause I know I ain't getting touched
Hold up, lock in
Told her I'm Top 1 not Top 10
Kick in the door let some shoots in
Walk down on 'em like what's poppin' ?
I keep it real I don't pretend
Talking tough in my comments and DM's
They want attention they fiening
I can't wait for the day that I meet them
I'm jumping straight in the deep end
Run up ... The End
Might spin a block every weekend
They'll forever be ducking what we send
Get to creeping around with your BM
How we beefing if me and her freakin' ?
Leave her fiening, she said you was decent
Had your son saying I wanna be him
I know I'll never respect you
You only alive cause I let you
Do anything bout it I bet you
Won't so go get your best suit
For your funeral cause they gon need it
All this ice on me damn I'm anemic
She be texting my phone like I need it
Damn I love me a bitch that's conceited
I be ... wilding
I want my money all piling
I hit her phone she be smiling
You get her stress level rising
Told her baby I'll bring you good energy
I'm just everything that he pretend to be
Still would pick me if it was like 10 of me
Being broke is my number one enemy
Til the day that I die they gon feel me
On the grind tryna run up a milli
Pray to God everyday that He heal me
It don't matter the hood boy I'm still me
I want the money I'm greedy, she got that splash I call her Fiji
Told her I would change her life ain't believe me
Now she be sad every time that she leave me
These niggas creepy, they cannot beat me
Feel like I'm Cena cause they cannot see me
Don't answer phones, they cannot reach me
Just like your girl you niggas beneath me
Oww she a freak, I be like tease me
On her knees every time that she greet me
Chocolate, that be my Reese's
After I'm done she want me to repeat
I'm like let's get it
All of the static I'm with it
I get to spinning the blocks like a fidget
Caught that boy lacking he looked like he shitted
She wanna come for the vibes
But I be outside with the guys
Keep it real I don't want no lies
With the Mob you know I got ties
Stay with my dog like I'm Shaggy
Baby just send me the addy
If it's up then I'll pull up gladly
These niggas be ducking like Daffy
I like 'em ratchet and classy
Freaky and come with the fatty
I might do whatever you ask me
On the real I just wan see you happy
Hakuna Matata
I gotta
Young rider
To die for
A shotta
That blocka
Like take that
He gotta
AK that's
The size of
A toddler
Your mata
Need doctors
I'm not the
Reviver
Only music and dough, beats and then pussy comes last and then rap and repeat, yea
A lot of careers I had to delete so easy don't even count as a defeat
Me to compete, your average MC would die
And I be like ... (whistles and laughs)
But all jokes aside crushing dreams for your entertainment
100 million flows miscellaneous
Don't gotta be famous to smoke the greatest
Have you seeing stars like an A-List
They using our lyrics for prison cases
My whole life I've been killing tracks
That last bar was incriminating
Back to the basics
Back to the base with no plan of invading the gang with no name or a driver
Fast & The Furious driver
I'm back and I'm furious I could
Take out ya fave from the top of the roster off of the top
Think that they messing with Illy they off of the rock
Go till I'm off of the clock
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I be happy when they go out sad
Why they walking around like they mad?
They my son's I might teach 'em a lesson, beat 'em and leave 'em like deadbeat dads
Why you worried bout me? Get a bag
Try to run up that toe will get tagged
And I hate a bird that's always chirping, I can't trip off what I already had
I'm the same I won't ever act new
Blockboy get to dancing and shoot
Tryna buy me a mansion or two
Shawty say that I'm handsome and cute
On the glocks only time that I'm switching up
What's in your pockets? Boy give it up
Can't be us so they try to mimick us
He all talk cause I know I ain't getting touched
Hold up, lock in
Told her I'm Top 1 not Top 10
Kick in the door let some shoots in
Walk down on 'em like what's poppin' ?
I keep it real I don't pretend
Talking tough in my comments and DM's
They want attention they fiening
I can't wait for the day that I meet them
I'm jumping straight in the deep end
Run up ... The End
Might spin a block every weekend
They'll forever be ducking what we send
Get to creeping around with your BM
How we beefing if me and her freakin' ?
Leave her fiening, she said you was decent
Had your son saying I wanna be him
I know I'll never respect you
You only alive cause I let you
Do anything bout it I bet you
Won't so go get your best suit
For your funeral cause they gon need it
All this ice on me damn I'm anemic
She be texting my phone like I need it
Damn I love me a bitch that's conceited
I be ... wilding
I want my money all piling
I hit her phone she be smiling
You get her stress level rising
Told her baby I'll bring you good energy
I'm just everything that he pretend to be
Still would pick me if it was like 10 of me
Being broke is my number one enemy
Til the day that I die they gon feel me
On the grind tryna run up a milli
Pray to God everyday that He heal me
It don't matter the hood boy I'm still me
I want the money I'm greedy, she got that splash I call her Fiji
Told her I would change her life ain't believe me
Now she be sad every time that she leave me
These niggas creepy, they cannot beat me
Feel like I'm Cena cause they cannot see me
Don't answer phones, they cannot reach me
Just like your girl you niggas beneath me
Oww she a freak, I be like tease me
On her knees every time that she greet me
Chocolate, that be my Reese's
After I'm done she want me to repeat
I'm like let's get it
All of the static I'm with it
I get to spinning the blocks like a fidget
Caught that boy lacking he looked like he shitted
She wanna come for the vibes
But I be outside with the guys
Keep it real I don't want no lies
With the Mob you know I got ties
Stay with my dog like I'm Shaggy
Baby just send me the addy
If it's up then I'll pull up gladly
These niggas be ducking like Daffy
I like 'em ratchet and classy
Freaky and come with the fatty
I might do whatever you ask me
On the real I just wan see you happy
Hakuna Matata
I gotta
Young rider
To die for
A shotta
That blocka
Like take that
He gotta
AK that's
The size of
A toddler
Your mata
Need doctors
I'm not the
Reviver
Only music and dough, beats and then pussy comes last and then rap and repeat, yea
A lot of careers I had to delete so easy don't even count as a defeat
Me to compete, your average MC would die
And I be like ... (whistles and laughs)
But all jokes aside crushing dreams for your entertainment
100 million flows miscellaneous
Don't gotta be famous to smoke the greatest
Have you seeing stars like an A-List
They using our lyrics for prison cases
My whole life I've been killing tracks
That last bar was incriminating
Back to the basics
Back to the base with no plan of invading the gang with no name or a driver
Fast & The Furious driver
I'm back and I'm furious I could
Take out ya fave from the top of the roster off of the top
Think that they messing with Illy they off of the rock
Go till I'm off of the clock
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Writer: Reginald Carswell Jr
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