[Intro: Ampichino]
Cheah
Uh
[Verse 1: Ampichino]
Exotic denim, what the fu*k you been sniffing?
Saying that you’re dope, must’ve got coke in your system
Staring at crystals through Cartier lenses
Breaking down chickens in Pyrex dishes
Flip cake like this quick, tennis anklets for my mistress
Tokyo drift, Ferrari shift kid
Nitwits, you’re still selling coke, ain’t ya?
Fentanyl, a straw and a coke hanger
Footsteps of danger, fu*king up the city
You ain’t never had no work that could take a 60
Rich [?], keep one up in the chamber
Square turned killer, guess you [?] a gangster
Innocencе, [?] tear through tenemеnts
Went from [?] business to color of cinnamon
My women friend want to drape me in gold
300K duct taped on the roll
Don’t break off my nose when they make my monumental
Just drop off the load out in Lincoln Continental
Think beyond your mental, creep up kind of gentle
Shatter your dreams, leave you leaking on your pillow
My life like a movie, you wouldn’t understand though
My plug rolled up on the camo rocking some Louis sandals
[?] [?], have you ever heard of
ni**as that purge, drug wars, we’re murderers
[38 Spesh speaking]
Huh
Yo Amp, we done survived real wars out here, man
R.I.P. to all my motherfu*king enemies and their little brothers, huh
We’ll finish this sh*t in Hell, man
Straight like that, but right now
Uh
[Verse 2: 38 Spesh]
I’m living harder, my business in order
I’m hated by many but thankful for the love that I get from my daughter
It was harder, now we’re living smarter
Give us quarters, I’ma turn your living quarters to a brick and mortar
See I started off pitching water
In front of my aunt crib, now the sh*t that I smoke is an engine starter
I ran sh*t you never been in charge of
You never been a part of million-dollar meetings with two business partners
We was kids, we had missing fathers
Now it’s Coupes with missing roofs and facial recognition starters
Told Mama I’ma make it out
And I made a route selling cocaine right out my neighbor’s house
My kitchen crowded, took the table out
Nowhere to sit, so many pounds on the floor, I could’ve made a couch
Ask around, all the gangsters vouch
On the low, they see me grow from shoeboxes to bank accounts
We make deposits and don’t take it out
‘Cause we don’t need it, that’s just-in-case money that we don’t think about
Trust