God Emcee - Big Amounts

I gotta shout out my demons until they pray for me, that's how I been keeping them chill
I wanna buy 40 acres for mama and tell her just rest so that she can just chill
I used to do it for love, for the music, but that was before I was talking these deals
All of these niggas, they say that they got me, when I look around, all I got is myself
Charlie said, work on my dreams, now I see them work for me
So I know he lived it himself
20 said, Justice, you gotta just chill, but my boot on they neck, all I'm hearing is kill
Roll up a half and start toking, my girls all hate backwoods
They say that I'm killing myself
Know I got asthma, that shit got you worried
But get out my face, girl, I'm feeling myself
Think of the verse and I'm laying it down
Couple OGs hate, I'm running they town
I know you're fiends and I'm never around
Did it for me, while y'all did it for clout
Cam on the beat, so I gotta show out
Play it for Cov and I'll bet that he'll say we made COD proud
Fuck out my face, if it's less than a comma, I only show up if it's big amounts
Yeah, nigga, talking big amounts, too big to get my hands dirty now
So my niggas show up at your door and yeah, they got big rounds
Uh, tell me who laughing now, nigga, big amounts
Big amounts, motherfucker, we want big amounts
And my niggas at your door with them bigger rounds
Ha, nigga, who laughing now? Ha
Yeah, nigga, talking big amounts
Yeah, nigga, talking big amounts, big amounts
Yeah, nigga, talking big amounts, big amounts
Yeah, nigga, talking big amounts, big amounts
Yeah, nigga, talking

Written by:
Justice Dickey

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