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antisocial - baby jace lyrics

[intro]
you know
the way i changed my rap style
made me feel like i just got out of rehab or something
man, this melody goes dumb, who made this sh*t? (dimebaggie)
man, baby jace still ain’t gon’ k!ll this sh*t though (man stop playing)
he needs to go back to talk about his old hoes or sum (man stop playing he*)
0 for 5 ass n*gga (he off that sh*t now)

[verse 1]
got this beat from dimebaggie with these dollars in my bag b*tch
everyone’s an op, man i can’t f*ck with these f*ggots
i feel like a slave owner how i got mad whips
they didn’t like my music when i was on that sad sh*t
“jason acts like a baby, that’s why he’s baby jace”
hating on my top 10s, you ain’t top 88
n*ggas wanna act like babies when i’m tryna do these rates
i ain’t even tryna hate, i’m just tryna find the bass
all these n*ggas p*ssy, so you know they finna m*st*rbate
i just hope that all my brothers gonna beat that f*cking case
they give me that money like a n*gga works for real estate
if you’re a racist that means that you don’t like the human race
i don’t talk a lot because i don’t wanna talk to these fakes
i never associate with any kind of a snake, aye

[hook]
b*tch i’m antisocial (antisocial)
i’m gonna make sure that everything is kosher (ooh)
i ain’t gon’ stop rapping til my life is over (i’m not)
and i know n*ggas tryna take it too because i am the coldest (ice)
tryna pop me like a cold can of soda
she belongs to the speedway, charlotte motor
[verse 2]
this is what my senior year has come to
i wouldn’t be in the house if we ain’t vote for dumb dudes
talking bout obama, but what the f*ck did trump do?
he gon’ have us living in the slums, ooh
in the slums with a sl*t
you n*ggas can’t f*ck with us
yeah i stand 5’6, modern day king tut
i’m gonna be pulling up in that maserati truck
if i hear somebody snitched, punch the n*gga in the gut
i feel like i’m barry sanders, cuz a n*gga can’t be touched
i don’t trust these b*tches, man they always run their mouth too much, aye

[verse 3]
i’m 17, feeling like stunna, i’m a rich youngin’
ugly hoes tryna expose me to the public
they gon’ get the clip longer than a f*cking mullet
shoot like trae young, give a rat some bullets
n*ggas act like they your friends, until they take your bread
if they wanna be fake instead, we finna take some heads
they be snitching to save themselves, them n*ggas fake as well
faking it, like k mich*lle, you n*ggas lame as h*ll
i’ve been watching every move, i’ve also been reading lips
this is why i’m quiet, b*tch i’m tired of repeating it, aye
[hook]
b*tch i’m antisocial (antisocial)
i’m gonna make sure that everything is kosher (ooh)
i ain’t gon’ stop rapping til my life is over (i’m not)
and i know n*ggas tryna take it too because i am the coldest (ice)
tryna pop me like a cold can of soda
she belongs to the speedway, charlotte motor

- baby jace lyrics

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