AMW (feat. Cozy)
Getaway, 100
Excuse lend me ya ears for a quick
I preach like it's Sunday but I don't do Banana splits
Open ya eyes so you can get a Glimpse of this
Oouu dont get too close, you might Get blown like the wind
Pass me the mic like the spliff and
I light dat shit, niggas goin' off the Top like how you write that quick
I Don't know, I just flow, shit right After I blow
My nigga got mad beats tell'em give me some mo
We aint fuckin' with bad habits so we Keepin' it savage
We pull the mud up out the leaf and Then we smokin' da cabbage
We get the money anyway and then We stash it in mattress
They tell me I be nonchalant cause I Be stiff as a cactus
I be da god you can't spit these bars, They too hard
Call me the don way I make these calls, and play these cards Habeas corpus
I just can't take that charge, or take dat loss, it may be hard
Tryna get large enough to make a Way
They killin us like day to day
Sticks be doin' labor we should Shoot'em til they water break
They huntin us like animals our lives At stake
Them fuckin' pigs they wanna run up They get turnt into steak
You a pig get pork-chopped Right at the door stop
I'm walkin on Hot coal you know That the flow hot
I dont do the feds I aint' fuckin' with No cops, they be puttin' lead to ya head at no cost
Excuse almost forgot im intellectual (I did)
How can I let it slip my grasp when It's perpetual (The fuck)
I speak foul shit, to flagrant niggas I Get technical
The police they hate us, they wanna Send me thru a medical
We roll up our pain, and smoke it Treat it like medicinal
I play wit yo bitch, you know she Very recreational
I teach'er some shit, I can be very Educational
The sound of me choppin' shit on the beat is sensational, Sensei
Money multiplyin' dont be fuckin' With my time table
Give me all the power I'm plugged in Like a wire cable
Power like a horse dont let me get Unstable
I bring niggas back together like the House lost cable
(Uh) Ability to switch flows I'm very Enabled
I got'er screamin' with her legs flipped back like she fabo
Im the chief, of all this shit you might See me with lil tado
And keep the white man off my chips and my bread, don't need no Mayo bitch (Uh)
They givin cheers to the rich, and Booze to the poor
So when you in the hood all you see Is liquor store
My nigga got booked he was tryna Lick a store
I got this shit on lock like a fuckin' figure four
Kick in the door just like the po po
All you hear is Cozy don't hit me Nomo', don't tempt me nomo'
Or I just might blow, or I might let go, Shit I gotta find the flow
Mic check one two, I'm tryna stay Passive with you lame ass crackers
And all the wack rappers in these Ninth grade classes
Double XL, I'm gettin large wit da Bars, and if you ain't hard can't spar With the god
Candy cane bars nigga sweet with the Pen, hoppin' on trends
Fresh out the jeweler, nigga droppin New gems
Same ole shit till I cop me a Benz
Yeah, and I'm a kick it til the end
The beat get dry that's when the bars Extend
I get to wickedly spittin, but I be Physically trippin
And I be mentally Tempted to say fuck all that
Cause in the hood niggas broke, ain't No max contracts
They on dope, sell dope, or they rap On wax
They shoot goals or bust Hoes, or they stuck in the trap
I'm a god wit the flow so I aint Bringin it back nigga
Cozy
Excuse lend me ya ears for a quick
I preach like it's Sunday but I don't do Banana splits
Open ya eyes so you can get a Glimpse of this
Oouu dont get too close, you might Get blown like the wind
Pass me the mic like the spliff and
I light dat shit, niggas goin' off the Top like how you write that quick
I Don't know, I just flow, shit right After I blow
My nigga got mad beats tell'em give me some mo
We aint fuckin' with bad habits so we Keepin' it savage
We pull the mud up out the leaf and Then we smokin' da cabbage
We get the money anyway and then We stash it in mattress
They tell me I be nonchalant cause I Be stiff as a cactus
I be da god you can't spit these bars, They too hard
Call me the don way I make these calls, and play these cards Habeas corpus
I just can't take that charge, or take dat loss, it may be hard
Tryna get large enough to make a Way
They killin us like day to day
Sticks be doin' labor we should Shoot'em til they water break
They huntin us like animals our lives At stake
Them fuckin' pigs they wanna run up They get turnt into steak
You a pig get pork-chopped Right at the door stop
I'm walkin on Hot coal you know That the flow hot
I dont do the feds I aint' fuckin' with No cops, they be puttin' lead to ya head at no cost
Excuse almost forgot im intellectual (I did)
How can I let it slip my grasp when It's perpetual (The fuck)
I speak foul shit, to flagrant niggas I Get technical
The police they hate us, they wanna Send me thru a medical
We roll up our pain, and smoke it Treat it like medicinal
I play wit yo bitch, you know she Very recreational
I teach'er some shit, I can be very Educational
The sound of me choppin' shit on the beat is sensational, Sensei
Money multiplyin' dont be fuckin' With my time table
Give me all the power I'm plugged in Like a wire cable
Power like a horse dont let me get Unstable
I bring niggas back together like the House lost cable
(Uh) Ability to switch flows I'm very Enabled
I got'er screamin' with her legs flipped back like she fabo
Im the chief, of all this shit you might See me with lil tado
And keep the white man off my chips and my bread, don't need no Mayo bitch (Uh)
They givin cheers to the rich, and Booze to the poor
So when you in the hood all you see Is liquor store
My nigga got booked he was tryna Lick a store
I got this shit on lock like a fuckin' figure four
Kick in the door just like the po po
All you hear is Cozy don't hit me Nomo', don't tempt me nomo'
Or I just might blow, or I might let go, Shit I gotta find the flow
Mic check one two, I'm tryna stay Passive with you lame ass crackers
And all the wack rappers in these Ninth grade classes
Double XL, I'm gettin large wit da Bars, and if you ain't hard can't spar With the god
Candy cane bars nigga sweet with the Pen, hoppin' on trends
Fresh out the jeweler, nigga droppin New gems
Same ole shit till I cop me a Benz
Yeah, and I'm a kick it til the end
The beat get dry that's when the bars Extend
I get to wickedly spittin, but I be Physically trippin
And I be mentally Tempted to say fuck all that
Cause in the hood niggas broke, ain't No max contracts
They on dope, sell dope, or they rap On wax
They shoot goals or bust Hoes, or they stuck in the trap
I'm a god wit the flow so I aint Bringin it back nigga
Cozy
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Writer(s): Kameron Amerson
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