[Intro: Amun Ra]
My homie's homie died nineteen days after his birthday, and I’m scared coz every nineteen days a nigga gotta chill
A nigga gotta calm down
Coz I don't wanna die na
Nineteen days,a nigga gotta calm down
Coz I don't wanna die na
And whether it’s a spear, clip, or a tanto
I pull up with a bloody knife, Sorry God
Sorry God
And whether it's a spear, clip, or a tanto
I pull up with a bloody knife, Sorry God
Sorry God
[Verse 1: Amun Ra]
We don't do no price talk
The numbers is known
Pay me within 30, that's the fucking norm
A nigga stay colder than Norm of the North
I'm colder than Sutherland, and I fear no man
She move on quicker than she say she got the bag
She moved on quicker, gotta stay loaded with cash
She know for the cash
She gotta make that ass clap, she gotta make that shit bounce
She gotta throw that shit back
And she don't call it stripping, call it visual arts
Say she passionate bout stripping say it's from the heart
Made the blues falls, do him dirty like he Frank
And quite frank
I don't understand these niggas, saying that they trap
Coz me and my niggas cooked more dope in the trap, and we ain even have a strap
But these niggas ran quicker than the water in the tap
Bet these niggas run quicker than the water in the tap
Mess with god-Zilla, give you a permanent nap
These girls ain’t let us tap, but now they let us hold
And be Behold
Here comes the greater Swiss mountain dawg, replace all the small polish lowland dawgs, hidden in the hills like tatra, dawg
And be Behold
Here comes the greater Swiss mountain dawg, replace all the small polish lowland dawgs, hidden in the hills like tatra, dawg
Over this Tyrex shit like the ghost of chicks
Stretch it out and play it, do this shit for keeps
Swear I’ve never ever been this deep
The graph ain't never ever been this steep
Hold that powder together, it get more concentrated
And more concentration, is more on the pay day
And more RPG-7s on the fucking hay day
More eed-ahl-fitr on my fucking birthday, on a fucking Friday
She a 5 star move but I’m a 4 star player
I gotta use my paper
Can't get any closer I'm a savage
In the safest place that's her pussy, but I was smoking hazard
I pay all my debts a nigga good with his plugs
A nigga on his second kid, rather have a brand new whip
Worry so much if they’ll still
Fuck with meee, and my niggas in 5 years
But I'm AMUN RA from now
Till 5 years
I'm AMUN RA from now
Till fucking 10 years
Won't survive, can't survive
Can't get any closer I'm a savage
In the safest place that's her pussy, but I was smoking hazard
Obsessed
With myself
But like Dan Price yeah a nigga paid his self
Yeah I paid price but I wanna double wealth
Or maybe the hustle, I gotta pull muscles
Fuck being on maps, we in the fucking sky
This MUSIC FOR PILOTS nigga
[Outro: Amun Ra]
With myself
But like Dan Price yeah a nigga paid his self
Yeah I paid price but I wanna double wealth
Or maybe the hustle, I gotta pull muscles
That's it right there
So much of the shit I don't say
So much of the family i done buried
So much of the flowers I done dropped
So much of the tears that got shed
So much of this shit I don't say
So much of the beds that got wet
So much of the kids that got left
Durban heights and the hearts that got broke
My homie's homie died nineteen days after his birthday, and I’m scared coz every nineteen days a nigga gotta chill
A nigga gotta calm down
Coz I don't wanna die na
Nineteen days,a nigga gotta calm down
Coz I don't wanna die na
And whether it’s a spear, clip, or a tanto
I pull up with a bloody knife, Sorry God
Sorry God
And whether it's a spear, clip, or a tanto
I pull up with a bloody knife, Sorry God
Sorry God
[Verse 1: Amun Ra]
We don't do no price talk
The numbers is known
Pay me within 30, that's the fucking norm
A nigga stay colder than Norm of the North
I'm colder than Sutherland, and I fear no man
She move on quicker than she say she got the bag
She moved on quicker, gotta stay loaded with cash
She know for the cash
She gotta make that ass clap, she gotta make that shit bounce
She gotta throw that shit back
And she don't call it stripping, call it visual arts
Say she passionate bout stripping say it's from the heart
Made the blues falls, do him dirty like he Frank
And quite frank
I don't understand these niggas, saying that they trap
Coz me and my niggas cooked more dope in the trap, and we ain even have a strap
But these niggas ran quicker than the water in the tap
Bet these niggas run quicker than the water in the tap
Mess with god-Zilla, give you a permanent nap
These girls ain’t let us tap, but now they let us hold
And be Behold
Here comes the greater Swiss mountain dawg, replace all the small polish lowland dawgs, hidden in the hills like tatra, dawg
And be Behold
Here comes the greater Swiss mountain dawg, replace all the small polish lowland dawgs, hidden in the hills like tatra, dawg
Over this Tyrex shit like the ghost of chicks
Stretch it out and play it, do this shit for keeps
Swear I’ve never ever been this deep
The graph ain't never ever been this steep
Hold that powder together, it get more concentrated
And more concentration, is more on the pay day
And more RPG-7s on the fucking hay day
More eed-ahl-fitr on my fucking birthday, on a fucking Friday
She a 5 star move but I’m a 4 star player
I gotta use my paper
Can't get any closer I'm a savage
In the safest place that's her pussy, but I was smoking hazard
I pay all my debts a nigga good with his plugs
A nigga on his second kid, rather have a brand new whip
Worry so much if they’ll still
Fuck with meee, and my niggas in 5 years
But I'm AMUN RA from now
Till 5 years
I'm AMUN RA from now
Till fucking 10 years
Won't survive, can't survive
Can't get any closer I'm a savage
In the safest place that's her pussy, but I was smoking hazard
Obsessed
With myself
But like Dan Price yeah a nigga paid his self
Yeah I paid price but I wanna double wealth
Or maybe the hustle, I gotta pull muscles
Fuck being on maps, we in the fucking sky
This MUSIC FOR PILOTS nigga
[Outro: Amun Ra]
With myself
But like Dan Price yeah a nigga paid his self
Yeah I paid price but I wanna double wealth
Or maybe the hustle, I gotta pull muscles
That's it right there
So much of the shit I don't say
So much of the family i done buried
So much of the flowers I done dropped
So much of the tears that got shed
So much of this shit I don't say
So much of the beds that got wet
So much of the kids that got left
Durban heights and the hearts that got broke
( AMUN-RA )
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