[Verse One]:
Aye, I keep it G
Sundown, sun up
I'm from the D where we say "doe" after "whatup?"
Say the wrong sh** you can get yourself cut up
So listen when your momma say "shut up"
Hell yeah, the whole n***a the city gon' nut up
Cause I'm the baby son
And son finna come up
By the time you hear this I'll be finally 19
I know that's kinda younger than I probably might seem
I just seen things that mature me quick mentally
Never lost a battle so I'm feelin' like it's meant to be
Who is you?
n***a who is you?
Cause this is me
Breakin' buds up
Then I light 'em up call it Kushmas Tree
Rap is not a job or a hobby it's a gift to me
And I'mma take this time to thank the Lord for what He given me
Cause
He gave me style
He gave me grace
A nice smile
And a baby face
I love my momma, she love me, she call me "baby cakes"
I love my n***as, keep it real, they can't say he fake
I want it now but somehow they tryin' to make me wait
They say I would've been on if it was '88
In year 2010 tell me what it take to win
It's all about who you know and I ain't into makin' friends
Most people kiss a**, but some of us can't
I'm real
Might a** well give a brother a chance
What's up
It's the amba**ador bridge
[Verse Two]:
Maybe cause I'm from the D they wanna keep me down
But I'm gonna do it cause the hood wanna see me clown
I'mma pa** turkey's out like Nino
Toys for the kids from they hometown hero
We on
The whole city finna reap the benefits
Of the amba**ador k**in' sh**
I'm talkin' 'bout deez nuts, tell 'em get a grip
Yeah, I'm off the wall and baby this is it
I might moonwalk, you better Beat It, I'm Bad
I'm the Smooth Criminal you hear my smooth talk
n***a what did you thought?
I ain't puttin' in no sh** until you show me some sh** that you bought
You ain't finna hit me over the head
Talkin' is cool but I prefer to show you instead
As long as you take a seat somewhere close to the front
Then get a good look at the one who don't give a f**
About any nay sayers
Say it to my face and I promise I'm ready to hit you with plenty hay makers
Who gon' rep the city like you heard I do?
Across the world I'm givin' people a bird's eye view
Of the life of a kid from a city by the bridge
With the name Amba**ador on it
I swear I'mma spit till they hate me or they love me
And when my chance come, I'm not pa**in' up on it
What's up man?
It's the amba**ador bridge
So don't look at it the same when you pa** it again