Jacka:
Amp, what’s happenin
Devils nigga
Jack
House of the Dead nigga
Can’t nobody save us now recessions at the nation
Don’t think we can make it out
Only real niggas understand what I speak about
Never ran for president, but
I led the cops on a high speed
Gotta get away so much cake
Gotta hide cheese
That was in a day bring the K to the robbery
Look me in my face, how the fuck could you calm me?
Open up the safe before you wake up with an i.v
Coming out your veins that’s insane but that’s how I be
You can [?] from the streets or you can lose you life
Like, the chance that you take when you roll the dice
It ain’t promised
[?]
I’m just a piece to a machine of violence
Wake up, sleeping giants I’m a Muslim indeed
Rated R but Quran the only book I believe
Love for you, but I say for someone else I would leave
Chorus:
The hood yellin x3
Cause in the life of a boss, niggas don’t leave you alone
But when them shots go off
Another nigga found dead and gone
Cause I shot you down (down) x3
Ampichino:
Dope pusher, coke cooker
I’m in the projects on the first like Mr.Bookmen
My heart froze but it still tooken
I’m married to the streets, I never cheat but I’m still lookin
For another love
Ridin round lookin for somebody to murder
Slap on my burner gloves
Free Bossman and Ray Nitty
This world in color but I’m staring at a grey city
The world won’t change
You try to marry her but your girl won’t change
I told your girl don’t change
I remember her mouth but I don’t remember her name
I smoke hash, try to ease the pain
Staring at life behind drapes in a window pane
I still hustle in the rain
The money, the muscle, the struggle, the game
Chorus:
Verse 3:
Fetty how you doin?
Champagne sippin, it’s a celebration
Plus it’s money over bitches
1-7-7-0-8 is how I live it
Taking big money to the bank is how I did it
Weighing big money on the scale from pie flippin
Speed boats on the coast
Louie [?] see the vision
I’m talking new [?] you mark, you come up missin
She’s unzipping my pants and holding my dick while I piss in the mall
Women bow to my feet they like to call me god
Is it because of the G’s I thought to the sky
Or it is it because of the cream, still movin pies
Get my paint wet lookin like it ain’t dry
I do the two step, holding on my red shirt
And you get X’d out tryna go to war with us
It’s Fetty McFly, the futures just arrived
Coke sales from CL down to i-5
Chorus:
Amp, what’s happenin
Devils nigga
Jack
House of the Dead nigga
Can’t nobody save us now recessions at the nation
Don’t think we can make it out
Only real niggas understand what I speak about
Never ran for president, but
I led the cops on a high speed
Gotta get away so much cake
Gotta hide cheese
That was in a day bring the K to the robbery
Look me in my face, how the fuck could you calm me?
Open up the safe before you wake up with an i.v
Coming out your veins that’s insane but that’s how I be
You can [?] from the streets or you can lose you life
Like, the chance that you take when you roll the dice
It ain’t promised
[?]
I’m just a piece to a machine of violence
Wake up, sleeping giants I’m a Muslim indeed
Rated R but Quran the only book I believe
Love for you, but I say for someone else I would leave
Chorus:
The hood yellin x3
Cause in the life of a boss, niggas don’t leave you alone
But when them shots go off
Another nigga found dead and gone
Cause I shot you down (down) x3
Ampichino:
Dope pusher, coke cooker
I’m in the projects on the first like Mr.Bookmen
My heart froze but it still tooken
I’m married to the streets, I never cheat but I’m still lookin
For another love
Ridin round lookin for somebody to murder
Slap on my burner gloves
Free Bossman and Ray Nitty
This world in color but I’m staring at a grey city
The world won’t change
You try to marry her but your girl won’t change
I told your girl don’t change
I remember her mouth but I don’t remember her name
I smoke hash, try to ease the pain
Staring at life behind drapes in a window pane
I still hustle in the rain
The money, the muscle, the struggle, the game
Chorus:
Verse 3:
Fetty how you doin?
Champagne sippin, it’s a celebration
Plus it’s money over bitches
1-7-7-0-8 is how I live it
Taking big money to the bank is how I did it
Weighing big money on the scale from pie flippin
Speed boats on the coast
Louie [?] see the vision
I’m talking new [?] you mark, you come up missin
She’s unzipping my pants and holding my dick while I piss in the mall
Women bow to my feet they like to call me god
Is it because of the G’s I thought to the sky
Or it is it because of the cream, still movin pies
Get my paint wet lookin like it ain’t dry
I do the two step, holding on my red shirt
And you get X’d out tryna go to war with us
It’s Fetty McFly, the futures just arrived
Coke sales from CL down to i-5
Chorus:
( The Jacka & Ampichino )
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