Ace in My Pocket Video (MV)

(Yeah)
Never getting comfy, things can always change
Life is crumby with no bread inside the range
If you don't f*ck with me, kindly go away
Getting famous, people ain't been treating you the same
Thompson with the 3, but I'm Davis in the post
Y'all been worried bout me, but I'm out doing the most
Como tale vous? Va te faire foutre, why you gotta know
Wake up broke and say you rich, you faker than a wrestle pro
Import it, flip it, write it, record it, your shit is boring
I'm nothing short of important, I'm Jordan, scoring, all Lauren
Fornicating and making a fortune, y'all been faking and forging
These stories on a beat that you've stolen about your "foreign"
Atlantic to Pacific, 617 if specific
Spitting words you can't pronounce and telling tales you've never written
My twenties been roaring, I floor it when I feel driven
No errors, when I'm snapping I'm the gator, aid for all of these children
Yeah I'm beautiful, these bitches all love me like I'm a tuna roll
It's futile though, I'm spitting bars they're all about your funeral
They lose control, beat drops I'm hopping on stupid flows
Uno Dos, De la cruz, but never feel the bell toll
Never getting comfy, things can always change
Life is crumby with no bread inside the range
If you don't f*ck with me, kindly go away
Getting famous, people ain't been treating you the same
I ain't never losing, getting good at games
Aces in my pocket, walking with a poker face
If you don't f*ck with me, kindly go away
Getting famous, people ain't been treating you the same
Listening to the track over and over until they relapse
My music is a drug that takes the mind to pre-climax
Climactic when I'm spitting on these cinematic beats
Cynical when I'm rapping about the things that I believe
Written with minimalistic opinions got visions of winning this trivial spitting show
Living like Pippen in Illinois ripping this track, I'm the Jack of the business though
I'm on a mission, making it big-that's the option I'm picking
Think I'm not better than your favorite rapper take a listen
Chris is killing it on mic? Now that's preposterous
Awkward kid is flopping over, awesome instead of Hawking shit
I'm mocking kids who think that they can rhyme because they're fly
Off the beat and honestly I'm sad they even try
They want Supreme and got a beat from YouTube with a mic
On top of their screen, recording with sibilance louder than the high
Why? Oh, because you want that clout, right
Do it for the music, you can't rap to save a life, yikes
You'd get boo'd away from the stage, I'd get an encore twice
You'd get the flu and never be as sick as me, I'm ice cold
And you think you produce some shit that don't stink
You probably use GarageBand with a license that was free, sheesh
I'm choosy when I make a song and spend the time until it's great
Y'all just pick a beat and freestyle 'til you're paid
And I'm mad about it, they should know that I deserve praise
'Cause ain't nobody better at this shit than Chris Piché
Never getting comfy, things can always change
Life is crumby with no bread inside the range
If you don't f*ck with me, kindly go away
Getting famous, people ain't been treating you the same
I ain't never losing, getting good at games
Aces in my pocket, walking with a poker face
If you don't f*ck with me, kindly go away
Getting famous, people ain't been treating you the same