Firey Torch

That damned boy ran for it and have fell for it
Tripped off his stance and landed forward
Hell couldn't stand a chance how much
He had to put forth
To remain on his stance and
Be the man with of the firey torch
That damned boy ran for it and have fell for it
Tripped off his stance and landed forward
Hell couldn't stand a chance how much
He had to put forth
To remain on his stance and
Be the man with of the firey torch

Sending messages while I'm recieving messages
Be finding ways to get ahead this
Level that I'm at now for more dead presidents
Running pockets, safes, and registers while Registered and unregistered to bare arms
Panicking could do you the most harm
So I've been keeping calm
Productive with hands on jobs but they won't Paying me the money that Ive wanted to
Put my fingers on while I got a family hanging on
Highway to hell or stroll narrow roads?
Give folds
Wait for bigger folds
Instructed to do so while young and old
Trying to hold myself in place like a teeth mold
Ever since I was a juvenile I've known g codes
Surviving in my cities of Hampton Roads
I'm Ace Sanks, families folk
You won't find Beatles on Abbey's Road
Find me and my peoples on Little Creek Road

That damned boy ran for it and have fell for it
Tripped off his stance and landed forward
Hell couldn't stand a chance how much
He had to put forth
To remain on his stance and
Be the man with of the firey torch
That damned boy ran for it and have fell for it
Tripped off his stance and landed forward
Hell couldn't stand a chance how much
He had to put forth
To remain on his stance and
Be the man with of the firey torch

Exposure before closure
Everything should be kosher
Too much time on the sofa to get over
Pain and feeling and fast cash
That could get me closer
To the goals I was stretching to reach and go to
Life's a bitch
Still gotta go through
The same shit that most go through
I know fools that've made themselves
That way from being emotional
And lost like
They don't have a clue what they suppose to do
Grown from a tough life
Just more stronger nowadays to face strikes
Still dampening my shirts
Tears to wipe
On guard for fights
Sweating over tricknologies
Out in the streets ran out of peace
Youngin' the bookbag carrier might be
A gun carrier in beliefs
We can't be without a piece
Seen people switch up like clouds
Good games they've fouled me

That damned boy ran for it and have fell for it
Tripped off his stance and landed forward
Hell couldn't stand a chance how much
He had to put forth
To remain on his stance and
Be the man with of the firey torch
That damned boy ran for it and have fell for it
Tripped off his stance and landed forward
Hell couldn't stand a chance how much
He had to put forth
To remain on his stance and
Be the man with of the firey torch