We Outchea - Ace Hood, Lil Wayne

Real life, Ace Hoooood

We the motherfuckin’best huh

I made my way from the bottom

And I’m grindin'

I wake up every morning lookin’for commas

'Bout my dollars

I’m goin’all out and that’s on my mama, on my mama (on my mama)

Cause we outchea, we outchea,

We outchea we outchea

Aint no sleepin'(aint no sleepin')

Cause we outchea (cause we outchea)

We outchea (cause we outchea)

Cause we outchea (we outchea)

Grindin’all damn night, cause we outchea

Everyday that I’m wakenin', I’mma say my prayers (Amen)

I’mma get on my grind off my mama need a new crib (Amen)

And I’mma make that shake, gotta put the food on they plate

Stay focus gotta get money, never gave a fuck what they say

Aint no time to sleep, I get guap

Aint no Jordan’s in the shoe box

Aint no roof that came with that drop

Chase that paper youngin’don’t stop

Nigga I was born and raised in that jungle

Trying to get my fuckin’in, that’s struggle

Fuck that nine to five that don’t cut

Aint no job I guess that’s my luck

Yeah, nigga outchea in safe date

Trying to triple what I made today

This one right here is for my real niggas

And bad bitches who gettin’cake

Count it up til your thumbs hurt

Put fam second and God first

Hatin’niggas aint phasin’me

You couldn’t walk a mile in my foot work

Money over the best pussy

The blind hear me, the deaf lookin'

When opportunity knock I run out the back door shit I thought it was the cops,

damn

I fuck the bitch with a broom stick

The same broom I didn’t clean my room with

Stay on my toes, no ballet

Shout out me Zoe’s, sapa say

I’m twisted weed in my mansion

I go dumb in alumni Stanford

Remember when moms couldn’t afford Pampers

Now she trying to avoid cameras

All I do is count my blessings

Weezy F. for fortunate

I came up from that bottom

Now I’m richer than chocolate, Lil Tunechi

I say another day, another dollar

Thank the Lord for my praying mama

Watching back in this cold world

'Cause everybody won’t see tomorrow

Money callin’and I’m motivated

Kill the beat, it’s pre-meditated

Still remember like yesterday when them hard times had me frustrated

Say any day I’mma go get it Pair of J’s and my Florida fitted

Quittin’not in my vocab and no hate found in my soul spirit

Young nigga trying to feed the fail

Hatin’on me I don’t give a damn

Out here like what nigga?

You don’t get the picutre like Instagram

Hundred dollars to a couple grand

Couple grand to a hundred bands

Hundred bands to those big M’s

And my weight up like six gyms

I’m outchea and I mean that

We The Best where my team at?

Bad vibes I don’t need that

I’da come to far to be lookin’back