AC - 6 Foot 7 Foot (Freestyle) lyrics

[A.C] A.C my initials Hotter than Doritos Spittin on these beats I'm bruising so many egos I hustle like the Alpo Swear I'm Peurtorican n***as lil Richies, Yeoville's where I'm cooking heat man My boys all pacman Rabbitts out the hat man Head shots or head scans, I still keep it Denzel My eyes on the prize, hands up at endzone Fercy with me in it coz my eyes a lil hazel Pouring out my heart man, better smell the danger Chuckie Norris on them Walker Texas Ranger Last of my kind We somewhere outchea repping Praying that our species gone never start rating Last man standing all these rappers start cave in Going all HAM on these bars, hot as Kelvins Scorpion to a caveman You talking to a great man None sitting on it but I'm heir to the throne man Bout drop hard Big Stunner music That n***a FERCY flows, that sh** Ain't amusing f** these b**hes laughing at? These bars? Nothing there.... Talking all this nothing notice all they know is not been there I'm Prolly spitting hard Funny I ain't notice it sh** is second nature T.C on that timeless spit Ones in the air with Kingsley on the piano keys I'm spitting all this midnight, I'm sitting on this here chair sh**ting on these b**hes that be wasting n***a paychecks Sipping on that water? f**, I'm a ciroc boy Puffing on that blunt, Puff, I'm a ciroc boy Me and FERCY get at you, it's a wrap boy Yeoville Youngsters you already know what it is man Uh Grind big time I'm working two jobs Yeoville Youngsters counting on me Legend of my town Working on this mic I'm a legend in his prime Assault on the beat, man I'm spitting all these crimes sh** Walking Yeoville streets Haters hope they rob me But I'm dapping all these G's s**ers couldn't find me when I'm talking to the real Walking with a wooden piece just to keep it real n***a so fly, these haters crash landing Look at all built with a blunt and some black ink