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The song was produced by Murda Beatz.
Ace Hood - The Type (prod.
Murda Beatz) Lyrics.
[Verse 1:] See me and just act like you don't know a nigga I finessed the beat it's just to show a nigga Triple beaming scheming I'm a rap dealer I'm the type who don't condone a hoe nigga I'm the type to serve it like a bartender I'm the type to sauce em in some Margielas I'm the type to get this shit from state to state Throw some 26s on a Chevrolet I'm the type to count that money everyday Dez Bryant flow I'm born in 88 Never gave a fuck about what a hater say You must not see these diamonds in this Rollie face I'm the type to give my problems all to God I'm the type to keep it real it and never flaunt it I'm the type to meditate my nerves bad I'm the type to smoke an ounce of loud pack I'm the type to pray and then'll sin again I'm the type who love to see his niggas win I'm the type the streets look at for motivation Ain't the type to snitch when interrogated I'm the type to go and get my own dough I'm the type to roll up got my own smoke You the type who looking for a handout Always got some business bout what you heard about it We the type of guy who kept it way realer I be hella juugin off of painkillers Whoa kemosabe, whoa kemosabe You talk slick to me then I might catch a body Hold up I'm focused, bitch I'm the shit halitosis Please do control your emotions and do not jump in this ocean You want bars well I'm doing prison time with this shit You think it's glamour and glitzen, we keep them hammers and sticks The police don't love us, they quick to shoot us and dig us a ditch I'm the type if you talking I'll smack you right in your shit I'm on a dock with my niggas witnessing sinking your ship And if you fuck with my family I'll send a bomb as a gift For real though, real though Youngin killing for some stripes and pair of shell toes You do not want me to bring them to your front door You do not want meet them Haitians they are cutthroat I think it's funny niggas sleeping on the boy, woah This that hand toss fuck that Digiorno I think these niggas got me twisted like a cornrow It's hood nation bitch and I'm the head honcho ace hood