This is a song about "Amount"

If i die before i wake

Account the amount we are paid

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

Rust from the amount that pile up, never to touch and filled with blood.

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

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

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

I hope to live in a big house with a huge amount of space/

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

Trying to be the richest i can amount ya

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

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

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody