Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story
But no amount could amount to a rap that could damage me
Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.
Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box
Rust from the amount that pile up, never to touch and filled with blood.
I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck
I don't mind if you niggas hate
Account the amount we are paid
Tryin have a big amount
Can't seem to find a solid ground
Rationing the amount of trust i put into people
Cover the building in green my nigga: fred segal
Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard
Can't forget the amount of words, flipping heck it's just absurd
Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle
Better hope you can handle the amount of beef in ten cattle
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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