this is for them days where them oldschool where done right,, dripping Candy,, classics you know what I'm talking about them Benz, and them chevys, dem trucks and them Caddys baby!!! I stay down in the game! old school big block I roll with the reaper, so you know I never stress, my pockets on full so I stay blessed, when I slide threw your hood I keep the burna on tuck, rollin classic chevy trucks,,, slapping shots like Ovechkin, I shooting shots at your best friend, hope he got his next of kin, cause I never miss, I get it done, when I up the pole you can try to run, but you cant hide, fuckin with me is straight suicide, and I roll with them killas who are down to ride day or night, taking over your trapspot is what we do we dont make small deals, all about them power moves, if you with the opps I garantee your going to lose, putting in OT is how we do, on the block stay reppin my crew, best I leave you wet like morning Dew, always dressed in something fresh, feeling brand new, serving these fiends wops, I stay whippin up in the kitchen, I shoot shots with precision, so fuck boy keep your distance. up the 45 takin shots like a point guard, guaranteed we going hard, trappin down on the boulavard, this year might cop me a foreign Car, aint gettin jammed up, I am not down for catching no case, ski mask way so you dont see my face, when you get hit up it's going to burn like mace, 5 shots to the chest and take 1 to the face. dash out from the scene like that bald headed dude mr clean, no evidence left on the scene, everything I rock Supreme, stacking bank rolls like the OG Kareem, serving up all the fiends, they say I got the best smoke, I am glad they all let me know, pyrex pot as I whip up the dope, getting high off cracking the seal, cant wait to make these deals, that's how I take care of mines, when i am not in the studio free versing these rhymes, getting medicated to write these lyrics, ride for the gang and the Father, you know the Holy spirit, when walking with the reaper, all you can do is fear it, cross me you'll be going 6 feet under, eternal slumber, I'll put you in da back of the chevy, tail pipes roar like thunder, I keep the glitzy on my side I call her my thumper, heading for the number 1 spot you can call me the jumper, truck equipped with a crash bumper, so I can make my great escape, like dashing down the interstate, trunk packed up full of weight, ain't got no paper well meet your fate, chopping up on this plate, working these phones I stay up all day, all about stacking my pay, to get a few forigns and seize some  better days! always remember the sun shines after the rain, this life well bring glory and fame, your crew so fake, here eat the leftovers up off my plate.... yeah Ace Gutta on the track.... aka OG2Tone up on the track.... Yeah straight fire!!!