Amsterdam

Album: God Forgives, I Don't (2012)
  • Maybach shit
    Cameras in the ceiling, Seline on my arm
    We get ghost, you already know what it is
    Money stuffed in my bag
    Maybach shit

    Bright lights and dark corners, it's night embark on us
    Refugees running wild Wyclef with a Sig Sauer
    Nothing to lose, I was starving from the start
    Now the same cat drive in Jaguars
    Open fire when you see me yell out and make em whisper
    The club that I'm a member, they'll be gone by November
    Keys to the city got killers who slither with me
    Lamborghini, middle of the ghetto, smoke a fat fifty
    Billionaire bid, wrists on chill
    Standing in the field of dreams tryna see a hundred mil
    These boys going blind they just happy being free
    In a world of so many I just wanted me a key
    Sheesh! I just wanted me a piece
    Slice of cheesecake before my niggas all decease
    These boys snort lines I'm fine just sipping wine
    Amsterdam in the air, tomorrow on my mind

    I'm Barry 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
    Raw blood, hundred acres each to live on
    Real nigga 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

    Born in the bricks with the short end of the stick
    Always running late, quick to show up with your bitch
    The Hublot's cool but my Terminator's foolish
    All stainless steel, quick to match it with my toolie
    Red carpet event, the marijuana be lit
    Red or blue, do you, as long as you're getting rich
    Crack game, champagne, kilos on the stock exchange
    Rolls Royce, new Ghost, that's a nigga pocket change
    These niggas acting like they want a war!
    When it come to whacking niggas I done won awards
    Nigga, you a bitch, where yo' Honda Accord?
    I'm riding in some shit only I can afford
    Shouldn't claim the hood til you build a report
    Amsterdam state of mind, I just gave you a tour
    I'm laughing at the people who label me poor
    Now I piss on Europeans, you'd think it was porn

    I'm Barry 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
    Raw blood, hundred acres each to live on
    Real nigga 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

    I'm speaking on unwritten laws the code of the streets
    I'm not the type of nigga that you bump into
    At a 7-11 and just pull your pistol on him
    And do what the fuck you want to do
    Niggas like me, you gotta get permission homie!
    And that could take a long time!
    In that time, I'mma handle my muthafuckin business

    It's the red light district, nigga this Amsterdam
    Wherever the fuck I'm at
    It's a no go
    We green light you bitch niggas

    Rozay! Writer/s: CARL E. MCCORMICK, ALAIN IRENNE VINCENT GANDOLFI, ALAIN MICHAEL HENRI MION, ROBERT RIHMEEK WILLIAMS
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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