Aces High Rakaa Iriscience (Ft. Defari, Evidence & Fashawn)

[Verse 1: Rakaa]
Look out, watch it, approach with caution
The A-L-C spins like the chrome revolvin’
Bang out, ventilate, air your brain out
While your girl hit the front row to call my name out
It’s the California golden state sunshine glarin’ on ya
Back from Amsterdam thinking kush is more than marijuana
Pure Americana, we’re election victims
Only athletes and hustlers know the metric system
I’m touched, son of a reverend
I send the tithe, play the round, but I don’t hustle heaven
Military hood rhymes like the mic’s a weapon
Militant good times like Michael Evans
Dilated Rakaa rocks the crown of thorns properly
Wear it as a badge of honor, tell ‘em there’s no stopping me
Keep your ojos peeled or the rojo spills
I don’t bang, but I’m loco still

[Verse 2: Fashawn]
I’m a keep doing what I’m doing till you’re done with me
Till it ain’t fun to me
Exposed like somebody unzipped me
It’s going down like rum, whiskey
I puff sticky, like my hundreds and my ones crispy
Just a poet under pressure, only turned him to a diamond
Digging for gold far from a minor, now I’m a grown up
Some think I’m a loner, but for those who know
I roll deep as the Atlantic Ocean with a band of soldiers
Cockin’ they cannons, we rollin’, roll up a gram of that doja
We expandin’, controlling Los Angeles like we own it
Don’t be fooled by the lights, never seen Paradise
More like a pair of dice
Shit, I’m gambling my life away
Hustling, scrambling, damn it I could die today
Immortalized through the rhyme, C-A state of mind
Wish they had a flavor like mine, just the way I was designed