Discover the poetic beauty in ‘I Don’t See ‘Em’ by Ace Hood. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Ace Hood or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
If I stand next to ice, then I’m camouflaged
If I stand next to lights, then I’m camouflaged
My future’s so bright, that all I see is stars
My shades on in the club, I don’t see you broads
I don’t see you broads, I, I don’t see you broads
I don’t see you broads, I, I don’t see you broads
My future’s so bright, that all I see is stars
My shades on in the club, I don’t see you broads
I’m criminal minded, winter coat climate
Cold, fucking up your sinus,
bitches might choke, I’m giving them the Heimlich,
I’m a pimp in my own fucking rhyming, you my side bitch
Ugh, 2 Chainz, two pinky rings
I like to play with Lucille’s, B.B. King
You don’t f*ck with us, we don’t really f*ck with y’all
Stunna bought some Yatchs, we in the ocean playing bumper cars
Pocket full of money, bitch, and my crew eating
Got a nigga shining like a brand new nickel
Plated pistol, this my last shot
Just left the dealership and the cashed out
If I stand next to ice, then I’m camouflaged
If I stand next to lights, then I’m camouflaged
My future’s so bright, that all I see is stars
My shades on in the club, I don’t see you broads
I don’t see you broads, I, I don’t see you broads
I don’t see you broads, I, I don’t see you broads
My future’s so bright, that all I see is stars
My shades on in the club, I don’t see you broads
Black shades, gold chain, and a Versace scarf
Swear you haters couldn’t see me if I glowed in the dark
What it be like nigga? What it look like ho?
Still shining a nigga, two chains looking like it’s lightning doe
No love for you bustas, keep on steady stuntin’
Mo’ bottles of Rosé, yeah you know who run it
Thousand dollar shades on, all gold frames
Mister F*ck-your-bitch-and-leave-her, that’s my code name
I’m blowing money in this bitch, I think I’m Birdman
Trapping ain’t dead, getting money like the bird man
Bad bitches, whole lotta ass
Make you famous in this bitch soon as the camera flash
If I stand next to ice, then I’m camouflaged
If I stand next to lights, then I’m camouflaged
My future’s so bright, that all I see is stars
My shades on in the club, I don’t see you broads
I don’t see you broads, I don’t see you broads
I don’t see you broads, I don’t see you broads
My future’s so bright, that all I see is stars
My shades on in the club, I don’t see you broads
In the kitchen and we cooking up that raw hog
Dry when shining, I’m a movie star
Open up the bank bitch, bring em large
Flip em and we bust em, then we ship ’em off
Perpetrating will get your head bust
A hundred million, ‘ll get you dope flush
A new Bentley, you get a ho rush
Big money shit, we popping ’cause we came up
Hella choppers, on them new thangs
Big yachts, brand new wings
Them hoes flopping, ’cause they know the frame
Cardinal, Ten Carats on my pinky ring
If I stand next to ice, then I’m camouflaged
If I stand next to lights, then I’m camouflaged
My future’s so bright, that all I see is stars
My shades on in the club, I don’t see you broads
I don’t see you broads, I, I don’t see you broads
I don’t see you broads, I, I don’t see you broads
My future’s so bright, that all I see is stars
My shades on in the club, I don’t see you broads