[Verse 1: Ace Da Great] Everyday we grew apart, man I'm dead up A few shots, 2pac, kept my head up Wanted a crib, I had just to get my bread up Then she finally crossed the line of baby I'm fed up She think that I'm bluffing She say it's the Ciroc, what the fuck you puffing Told her time is of an essence, but to her that was nuttin' I was tryna...Learn More