Ace High
Ace high, don't fold
Aches High, aches high
Ace high, don't fold
Aches High, aches high
Ace high, don't fold
Aches High, aches high
Ace high, don't fold
Aches High, aches high
Ace high, high high
Yeah, FREELANCE
Ride with me
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Yeah
Joker, Joker
Duece, duece
No good, you good
Cut you loose
I need, my time
You do you
Red bird, my wings, my wings, my wins
Cardinal, Cardinal
Caught in all, Caught in awe
Cardinal, Cardinal
Caught in all, Caught in awe
No matter what card I'm dealt with I won't fold
Instant adjustments I need for the long haul
Ace high, don't fold
Aches High, aches high
Ace high, don't fold
Aches High, aches high
Sin-sin-sin-since 21
Can't help but feel like the only one
I had a struggle with everything
Had to let go of my honey bun
She took a toll on my energy
I felt alone around everyone
I contemplated on leaving here
I ain't even tell my momma nem
I can't fake the funk
Can't put trust in 'em
Call a spade a spade
I got books for them
Toasts to the accolades
Toasts to who we was
Start your tally's up
Cause when it's said and done
We gon' pour that-
Ace high, don't fold
Aches High, aches high
Ace high, don't fold
Aches High, aches high
Keep it rollin'
AMG forever nigga
FREELANCE
Welcome to the pages of my diary
Yeah (high, high)
Bounce, bounce, bounce (high)
Aches High, aches high
Ace high, don't fold
Aches High, aches high
Ace high, don't fold
Aches High, aches high
Ace high, don't fold
Aches High, aches high
Ace high, high high
Yeah, FREELANCE
Ride with me
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Yeah
Joker, Joker
Duece, duece
No good, you good
Cut you loose
I need, my time
You do you
Red bird, my wings, my wings, my wins
Cardinal, Cardinal
Caught in all, Caught in awe
Cardinal, Cardinal
Caught in all, Caught in awe
No matter what card I'm dealt with I won't fold
Instant adjustments I need for the long haul
Ace high, don't fold
Aches High, aches high
Ace high, don't fold
Aches High, aches high
Sin-sin-sin-since 21
Can't help but feel like the only one
I had a struggle with everything
Had to let go of my honey bun
She took a toll on my energy
I felt alone around everyone
I contemplated on leaving here
I ain't even tell my momma nem
I can't fake the funk
Can't put trust in 'em
Call a spade a spade
I got books for them
Toasts to the accolades
Toasts to who we was
Start your tally's up
Cause when it's said and done
We gon' pour that-
Ace high, don't fold
Aches High, aches high
Ace high, don't fold
Aches High, aches high
Keep it rollin'
AMG forever nigga
FREELANCE
Welcome to the pages of my diary
Yeah (high, high)
Bounce, bounce, bounce (high)
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Writer(s): Vasant Sundaresan, Nahree Wages, Jonathan Brown
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