ACL Lyrics by Blaqbonez
Relax, there’s no need to stress
Relax, it’s all good
No need to fret, no need to fret
Check this out
Everyone knows I’m the original blueprint, they aspire to be like me, that’s what I hear
But they can’t match my style, they lack the unique flavor, Nabania
They claim to be AC, but they can’t flow like Blaq does
Failed rappers turning into online tough guys
Anti-World? More like anti-achievement
They’re stuck, maybe they need a wheelchair
They can’t be honest with their crew, selling out for a new paycheck
Where will they crash tonight if they admit their music is trash?
I’ve been pulling the strings, making the system work in my favor
Whenever I need publicity, they act like my staff
So many delusional ones thinking they’re kings, but they’re just pawns
I make a move, and watch their mouths start running
I can’t fight like Eden Hazard, but they know my words cut deep
She still gets flashbacks, so I flash cash, summertime I splash on that girl
I’m on fire, dropping hits back to back, yeah
Pure and raw, we know they add fillers
When I step out, I’m like Dwayne Johnson, commanding presence
Rolex presidential (Huh)
I’m monumental (Huh)
Who are they? What are they?
Just insignificant clowns (Huh)
A bunch of weak rappers who dropped out of preschool, huh
Everyone knows I’m the original blueprint, they want to be me, that’s what I hear
But they can’t be me, they lack the flavor, Nabania
They claim to be AC, but they can’t flow like Blaq
Failed rappers turned internet gangsters
Anti-World? More like anti-success
They’re motionless, maybe they need a wheelchair
They can’t tell their friends the truth, selling out for a new stipend
Where will they sleep tonight if they admit their music is trash?
All that fake confidence they get from their hustle will soon fade
They’re hyped up to rap with me, but the MACHINE will soon shut them down
Let them try their highlife, let them sing high notes like Wande Coal
Let them kiss up to the wrong crowd, like a desperate groupie
Wherever there’s a pretty face, they’ll be there
Raise them up, but the MACHINE is broken
It’ll need a quick fix, someone about to hit 50
Used to be BobRisky
Now he’s done, finished
Every day it’s all about Blaq, he’s trending
Wherever clout is, you’ll find him
Old man, all you want is recognition
People might think you’re endorsing them
But you’re just riding their wave
At the end of the month, Elon Musk will pay
Wait, another DOG EAT DOG? Throw that nonsense away
Everyone knows I’m the original blueprint, they want to be me, that’s what I hear
But they can’t be me, they lack the flavor, Nabania
They claim to be AC, but they can’t flow like Blaq
Failed rappers turned internet gangsters
Anti-World? More like anti-success
They’re motionless, maybe they need a wheelchair
They can’t tell their friends the truth, selling out for a new stipend
Where will they sleep tonight if they admit their music is trash?
He’s in the DMs before 8 AM, giving up intimacy
He loves me, hates me, wants to kill me, sacrificing stability
Remember the idea I sent? It was left on read, I was trying to help
If you trust me, then I’m your faith
If it were 2019, I’d be posting memes and jokes
But I had to mature, become an OG
Leave something for the next generation, let the work speak
The lines on your face should show you where I’m headed
Credit where it’s due, thank you
Because you showed me who I didn’t want to become
Charli, Constantino, Missy, Margiela-I’m front row
I stay sharp like a pilot, your belly looks like you swallowed a stylus
I’m still number one, expensive tastes like stylists
Don’t try to tear ACL, attempting this kind of thing
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