Aces High

[Verse 1: Rakaa] Look out, watch it, approach with caution The A-L-C spins like the chrome revolvin’ Bang out, ventilate, air your brain out While your girl hit the front row to call my name out It’s the California golden state sunshine glarin’ on ya Back from Amsterdam thinking kush is more than marijuana Pure Americana, we’re election victims Only athletes and hustlers know the metric system I’m touched, son of a reverend I send the tithe, play the round, but I don’t hustle heaven Military hood rhymes like the mic’s a weapon Militant good times like Michael Evans Dilated Rakaa rocks the crown of thorns properly Wear it as a badge of honor, tell ‘em there’s no stopping me Keep your ojos peeled or the rojo spills I don’t bang, but I’m loco still [Verse 2: Fashawn] I’m a keep doing what I’m doing till you’re done with me Till it ain’t fun to me Exposed like somebody unzipped me It’s going down like rum, whiskey I puff sticky, like my hundreds and my ones crispy Just a poet under pressure, only turned him to a diamond Digging for gold far from a minor, now I’m a grown up Some think I’m a loner, but for those who know I roll deep as the Atlantic Ocean with a band of soldiers Cockin’ they cannons, we rollin’, roll up a gram of that doja We expandin’, controlling Los Angeles like we own it Don’t be fooled by the lights, never seen Paradise More like a pair of dice Shit, I’m gambling my life away Hustling, scrambling, damn it I could die today Immortalized through the rhyme, C-A state of mind Wish they had a flavor like mine, just the way I was designed [Verse 3: Evidence] It’s time to pay the piper, I don’t calm down, I’m hyper Vent this, Lord forgive those that trespass against us I don’t trust, I’m never left defenseless Talking to a brick wall, dawg, fuck friendship I mean, nowadays it’s all one and the same Most fronting really only out for your fame Most dawgs involved for their interest I just met you, it’s just business Game recognize game since day one A-L-C move to the beat of the same drum E-V stick the topic of discussion I heard if they smile too much, don’t trust ‘em Turn the other cheek, my mom say I pay homage to your diss like Carlito Brigante Benny Blanco’s back, I be the last to laugh Look out, if it looks too good, it’s a trap [Verse 4: Defari] Aces high, my face is painless The barrel’s stainless, the handle’s plastic The weed I bags, oops, I mean contain it The Porsche, of course I press, I fast lane it Impress through the city of the West that made me U.C.L.A. baby, Los Angeles gave me This unique style, many unfit to imitate Defari, the name mean top legitimate I mean legitimate, I’m full-time with benefits You’re just a little kid, you’re pissing your parents off See, you the type to pop a case of no way We the type to pop a case of rosé No way can you fuck with us on no day Viva la cannabis, yes, let’s blow away I know a chemist whose beats punch holes like the dentist He also from the town where they with the business [Sample] You know as an artist I’ve been able to travel around L.A. and learn from different artists, not just people from where I came from, but people from the west side of L.A., eastside, the north and the south. Some of them guys are still painting, some of ‘em not. Like some of them, they got older. I guess they moved on to different things, but you still have some people that were like real good, but—L.A. have a lot of good people from all over