This is a song about "Amount"

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

It's rainin' now somehow the fugitive's out

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Lyrics slur from my mouth, fuckas watch closely as it occurs with a limited amount

But no amount could amount to a rap that could damage me

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

All you want is a good amount of dough, and to shoot a bitch/

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

They hatin'/ saying i ain't amount to nothing well your right i should simply embrace it

Frown and a gun lit is all she could amount to confront with

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

Better hope you can handle the amount of beef in ten cattle

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