Amg Ra - Blue Flame

Yeah, like the verse I'm ready to go in
Yeah, we really starting to warm up now
Aye
The label wanna sign me go tell em triple my M's
It was cold feet today we stepping in timbs
Niggas competing with us same niggas who cheering
Niggas who praying on me same niggas who fearing
Boy
Who you know spittin' like this?
Who you know growing a fan base on some freestyle shit?
Who you know coming this hard?
Shit automatic and stick
Cut and bag it like bricks
Taking the game to a six
Winning the finals in seven
Angels who with me in heaven
Moving but close to a weapon
Funny how niggas be stepping
Q's and P's staying on it remember the message
A lot of fuck niggas still alive
And real ones in heaven
All reality when I come inside of this booth
Maybe me rapping the truth
The reason you niggas be spooked
Heard the oppositions teaming up
They forming a crew
Niggas love screaming fuck 12
But telling 'em who
I ain't in that street shit
But I know a lil some bout it
That's some weak shit
Nigga wanna know my next moves on some creep shit
Bitches still hate me from the past tell 'em eat Dick
Tired of niggas holding they nuts on me like semen
Damn
Let me get back to my business mode
I just got another order in from Idaho
Niggas know that Amg slap like dominos
Facts
Lil Q say I needed another verse on here
So we gone keep the show going
Everybody go grab another drink
Yeah
Go roll up one however you feel
Yeah, Yeah, Aye
Just got off the chat with my brother D
Told him it's time go head and logo the AMG
Whole city showing mad love they notice me
When I hit the road Josh with me
You know we peas — two in a pod
I swear to God we been moving like God's
I was right-hand man when he was pushing the dodge
That was past tense
Record still clean like it's been rinsed
A lot of niggas out here claiming starters
But they playing bench
Get rich die trying I'ma need a billion cent
Plus high interest
I been jotting blueprints gone bring us plenty
And seeing more bitches like that one brand Fenty
Wake up in the morning hit the Starbucks venti
Cup me, trust me when I say this rap shit my new lane
Party at the crib got it looking like it's blue flame
Boy

Written by:
Rashan Johnson

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