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Yea I’m on the search for good money
Addicted to the life Making B’s with out my honey
Can’t tell me nothing cuz everybody recognize when you stunting
But fuck fame I don’t need them lights
I’m trying to make it out the hood like a engine right
I done came back feeling so resurgent
My music be that clean detergent
That mean its something like coke
Got em bumping every line hitting every note
On my quest to success all I need is some ammo
I’m jumping in the game a renegade Rambo
Yea I’m bout that life
If I ain’t got my gun then I got my knife
A.M.G to the heart and them colors I bleed
And when it come to loyalty I got to teach my seed
See when you come from the hood all you want it respect
But the people steady hating so they give you neglect
A.M.G 3 deep we the usual suspects
Money on my mind that’s the usual subject
O yes indeed I got bad nerves so I smoke this weed
I’m put my feet up and I’m a count these stacks
I’m a made nigga cuz I got them YC racks
And everyday I feel the pressure
But theirs thing is this life that your ass can’t measure
I want the chain with the Jesus
All work no play sleep less
Death Before Dishonor I put I before a coma
Seen som niggas get banged for switching out for a dollar
This rap shit is what I’m made for
God sent me here money what I came for
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