Lyrics 

Diamonds on my wrist as I reach for the sky
Wave my hand and illuminate the night
Saw the game through the chess player's eyes 
I’m 20 steps ahead baby don't be surprised 
Yo listen up I need what you got
Sweep up all racks I lean with the mop 
Manoeuvre through the city I clean every block
Flight direct to Paris I need me a thot 
Prosecco and the Henny got my thoughts moving deadly 
Face contour but her legs made of jelly
Love and hate probably why they chose to envy 
Always ready
Let rain like confetti 

I sold crack and I mashed booj 
But I made 100 racks off this MacBook
All I know is hard drugs and popping gold bottles 
My nigga 
I could never be a role model
Like
I could never be a role model 
Like 
I could never be

ace of spades (part2)

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ace of spades (part2)

Florence Sinclair