FNS Ace - Miss Jackson Lyrics

For real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry that you're not the one
If I had known I would've curved you before we begun
Trapping through the night praying that I see the sun
Praying to the Lord everyday I get a son
Or even a daughter
Either way mess with either one and you get slaughtered
God first go and get the money in that order
Why they staring at my shawty like they can afford her?
I was taught to be the bigger man
All this anger that I keep inside I can kill a man
I was in the house hoping I can drill again
Show a killer who I am
Dressing like I'm Killa Cam
Hop up out the shooter van like who really the shooter man?
Feeling like he Superman he better pray that ruger jam
I spun her block but he thinking I'm the newer man?
Boy stop I'm the one that really knew her fam
Your shawty come and go so much I might just move her in
If you dissing with no action then you a fan
If you got something to prove then come and prove it then
Talking like you finna slide come and do it then
I'm ready and I'm willing
Have you ever caught a body do you know that feeling?
All them long nights just staring at the ceiling
They all love a superhero but respect a villain
So you could call me The Joker
Shawty bipolar want me hug her want me choke her
Told her get my name in VVS's on a choker
She don't play and I don't play so nigga game over
Want that range rover
Shawty want the G-Wagon
Imagine tryna run up thinking we lacking
All this fire that I spit they think they see dragons
Smoke an opp put 'em on a shirt that's weed fashion
Hold up I think I'm losing 'em
I know I'm the one I give a f*ck about what you become
Why these niggas always posting guns but never shooting none?
I'm the type to tell a fed I don't know how to use a gun
My intuition got me tripping
Blow a bag up on designer like I still ain't have tuition
Ima pray for everything I'm not really into wishing
If I do go Ray J my one wish is they stop bitching
Wish two is I stop giving a f*ck and move accordingly
Came a long way from bitches saying stop recording me
I might pop up at your door like you ordered me
Get hit in every direction just like its four of me
That's North South East West
Act like you a freak shawty throat more teeth less
If you stay numb you can't show no weakness
She call me a munch how ironic bitch eat dick
Been around the fake but I stood out
If I win a grammy bring the hood out
Ain't no half steppin' I go full out
She said she could pull up just know that I don't pull out
That's why I cannot just be in anybody's face
Might just kick the door til I hit everybody safe
Flowers for the dead I'll fill everybody's vase
And I'm always first place that's in anybody race nigga