Video Something From Nothing de Ace Bankz 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Ace Bankz - Something From Nothing Lyrics

[Intro]
Okay
It's poetry man, it's not a rap like (Surgical with this bitch)
I can do anything with this mic (I'm surgical with this bitch Jacob)
When I get on the mic, I own this motherfucker (Squad nigga)
I can talk to you, I can scream at you, I can sing to you (Big Glo)
I can do whatever the fuck you want me to do (I mean), that's me
I mean (In this life), on this one I felt like it's talking to you like (Woah), just lettin' you know

[Chorus]
My momma left me with nothing but that ain't no excuse
I'm highly intelligent, why wouldn’t I put into use?
Everywhere we go we see a opp, everybody shoot (We shoot)
Hit him in the throat, neck, chest, now he baby food (He baby food, woo, fuck boy, bitch)
My momma left me with nothing (She left me with nothing)
But it's cool (It's cool though)
Look, my momma left me with nothing (Nothing)
But that ain't no excuse (Excuse)
I'm highly intelligent, why wouldn’t I put it to use? (To use)
Everywhere we go we see a opp (A opp)
Everybody shoot (Shoot)
Hit him in the throat, neck, chest (Chest)
Now he baby food (Baby food)

[Bridge]
Now he baby food (Now he baby food, woo, boy, it's fucked up for you)
I say he baby food (This nigga baby food, fuck boy)
[Verse]
I hit him in the throat, neck, chest, now he baby food (He baby food)
Sneak dissin, that's the shit the ladies do (That's ladies do)
Run up on me I'ma knock his motherfuckin' top off (Noodles loose)
Send his jacket back to ‘82 (82)
We run up on him (Damn), hit him in the chest (Chest)
Turn him navy blue (Face, fucked up)
I got a big bankroll (Bankroll), finna check 'bout 80 coupes (80 coupes, fuck it, okay)
I'm a killer got money on deck (Deck), bought 80 troops (80 troops)
And then we hop out on your block with them choppers we lettin' 80 shoot (80 shoot, bitch, woah, woah)
My momma left me with nothing (My momma left me with nothing), but still that ain't no excuse (That ain't no excuse though)
My momma left me with nothing (Nothing), so I'm a product of my environment (My environment)
And everytime I see a motherfuckin opposition (A opp), I'm firin' (I'm killin shit, drillin' shit)
These niggas broke without a pot to piss in (Fuck it), well I'm hirin' (I'm on that)
Ayy, you say you got it, why you lyin' then? (You lyin')
Ayy, hehe, he say somebody signin' him (Somebody signin' you? When?)
We gon catch his ass lackin', we designin' him (We designin' him, squad)
Ayy, paint a perfect picture with the Mac 11, we designin' him (Outlinin' him)
Turn him to some shit he can't pronounce, now he lost, ain't no findin' him (Ain't no findin' him)

[Outro]
Squad nigga, nah
Glo gang, sucka, boy
That was, that was a, that's poetry (Poetry man), poetry, uh
Yeah, yeah, (Big Glo), I was taking poetry, poetry
Squad nigga, let me hear that shit
That was poetry for real, I was talkin' shit, let me hear that shit