They hatin'/ saying i ain't amount to nothing well your right i should simply embrace it
Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit
Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit
Mother could care less , i never could amount to shit,
Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin
The amount of temptation surrounds me in isolation
You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose
That you need to set a curfew to the amount of bullshit beefs you fuse.
Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give
Frown and a gun lit is all she could amount to confront with
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.
I'm a form a petition, someone gotta be listening
But i told them every single day that i'd amount to something
While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt
Can't forget the amount of words, flipping heck it's just absurd