F. Mills - Amsterdam lyrics

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F. Mills - Amsterdam lyrics

[Intro: F. Mills] Yeah, love this joint right here This beat take me somewhere man Let me tap this real quick [Verse 1: F. Mills] Certain women I have entered Called me cold hearted Left em freezing in the winter Only one since I started Imma see if you remember I was with her she departed sh** just happened in December The gang that I'm a member Against me and witness temper I'm tipping her while she flipping her body she need a mentor Cash in my fender my cars they are never rentals Are far from a f**ing simp I'm a part of a f**ing click Of retarded, these n***as mental's Is scarred Is it a god or I'm partying in a temple I'm worshipping is it simple Regarding this did my part Am I barred making a nickel I'm throwing it sh** just trickling down Why am I missing the target, I'm just depositing down So I just park it and smile Do this regardless my town A bunch of heartless them individuals hunting you down Now just imagine, they searching for you just lost and not found Know we not far from you [Chorus: Rick Ross] I'm Berry Gordy to the streets With a kilo, so that boy had been a beast I wanna be there when each one of my kids born Royal blood, hundred acres each to live on Real n***a to the day that I'm deceased Even then I pray I'm living through these beats Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks Burning Amsterdam green where it falls like a leaf [Verse 2: F. Mills] Yeah, new team same dream visualizing them goals that we're reaching and sh** it brings Haters they try and get ya but run ins they go unseen my n***as stay toting things but personally I keep the beam working it ain't a scheme If your purpose is for the team Worth it cuz the sh** it show on the surface on the scene I'm trying to live forever open curtains on the screen sh** they trying to hurt us now but they just chirping in between Talking amongst the fiends Addicted to the fast life Cars, money machines It don't matter looking past price I sit and reminisce about them past nights How can they say they fly Look at our gas price And even when she cry I tell her ask Christ I'm non religious if I tried its like I crashed twice Baptized as a shorty still live a cra** life I guess its due to those worries serving that bra** life [Chorus: Rick Ross]