Amir Jackson - Quote Me

Flame on
I'm calling out bitches like Draymond
Revelation shit everybody get ya pray on
Folks look dead now we gotta hold a seance
Weed hella purple like I'm smoking on a crayon
Tryna get physical I'm wit it let em play on
Death in my face I'm still fighting like Trayvon.
Niggas still sleep I got a coffin you can lay on
Target 9n my back we dont see you on the radar

Every line I spit here's qouteble
Never trust a person who appears to be gullable
Hungry ain't enough now its time to be a bug a boo
Made it out the swamp then had to climb out the bungaloo
I hop on any beat what you got I'm here thumbing through
You all dropped the ball and now amir is what it's coming to
This is not a joke I dont mean to sound comical
Peter rolled flow Music slamming like dominos
May day
Houston now I think we got a problem
Cops pull us over we get caught with narcotics
Boy I'm from that west where we swang wit hydrualics
Smoking on chronic everybody looking drowsy
Pitch to anyone we just tryna bring them Deals in
Stomach still growling we just tryna sneak some meals in
Take a 100,000 we can work up to a million
Put me in the game coach I promise we'll win it
Let me rap for a minute
You looking for melody im the wrong nigga
Pipe her down and leave ya chick hanging like a pinup
Then pat you on the back like boy hold ya chin up

I'm calling out bitches like Draymond
Revelation shit everybody get ya pray on
Folks look dead now we gotta hold a seance
Weed hella purple like I'm smoking on a crayon
Tryna get physical I'm wit it let em play on
Death in my face I'm still fighting like Trayvon
Niggas still sleep I got a coffin you can lay on
Target 9n my back we dont see you on the radar

I'm building that buzz like a startup did
Still giving you the game like a startup kit
Shawty scared dont show her who the lineup is
You get taught not to talk in this line of biz
I got 30 in the back so we run on thirds
say we gotta move the chains so I get that first
Copyright my own name time to flip that merch
How you saying you support you dont fit that shirt
I'm the man now but you dont know it's been that way
Bread winners they cool I like to steal they plates
Send me beats with no sound shit'll still get ate
And on a scale of 1 to 10 I'm at least bout 8
I ain't like the outside so I came indoors
They ain't leave none for me so i went got yours
Yall be hanging in them streets like the midnight boys
I done came and stole the game and I'm still at large
You should stand down
You drawing I done shot reloaded
Body folded
Now read his ass some bible quotes
The fires smoke
And now it's like I'm blind he ghost
Adios
Search for him nah he gone

Written by:
Amir Jackson

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