Amg Ra - West Oak Street

No details just your philosophy
There is no secret just me
Yeah, yeah, Husle, Amg
(West oak street, west oak)
(I'm on west oak, I'm on west oak)
Aye, 250 on the dash I'm headed far away from misery
Somewhere far away from all the people who don't cheer for me
Somewhere far away from all my oops fuck my enemies
A place far from all the bitches tryna hinder me (Yeah)
A problem that ain't shit to me (Nah)
I solve it with the Hennessy (Yeah)
I'm traveling through Tennessee
I broke it off no chemistry
My story that's my history
I always get the victory
I'm planting all my money seeds
I'm tryna grow A letter B
My niggas call me MVP comparing me to NIP
And not the way he rap but how he move it's the energy
West oak street I'm cooking up with Husle
Conversation talking bout the shit we both want accomplished
Studio vibe feeling like home feel like my newly brother
Shots of the Cuervo got me pending on some he cooked for me
Niggas ain't fucking with the flaws I'm reaching scary level
Gold digging bitches sneaking in like I ain't see them shovels
Like Ion discern devils
Like I ain't a wise fella
Like I ain't soak the game from niggas who was past special
I need a B for better, I need a C for clever
My niggas know I'm all in fuck a E for effort
I put my team together we putting cheese together
It's AMG All Money Growing til we leave each other
Timberland boots North Face facing this cold world
Back in the city, I was round-tripping with ol' girl
Shots of Virginia counting figures
Listening to sade pearls (Woah, go)
Coast to coast me and my niggas back to back Holy Ghost
Power bring the truth out of niggas
I learn that shit from ghost
(West oak street, I'm on west oak street)
(West oak street, I'm on west oak street)
West oak street, real ties with real guys (yeah)
Husle did the beat (Sheesh)

Written by:
Rashan Johnson

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