A.M.B (Intrill)

Yeah Big bad Bush wit' the- uh Coulda been a mizzy or a- Brizzy in a- Coulda been a- Yeah, yeah Big bad bush with the bag, look Coulda been a mizzy or a MacBook Came, a half a brizzy in a bag, look 'Cause we really livin' what I rap, good, uh I don't know if million dollars that good Caught so many cases, man, it's giving man a bad look Meet me in the States 'cause a nigga spit it that good And it's that real Federales kill my nigga and I'm mad still How my nigga kill my brother and it's that real I don't really know if niggas know how that feels Shit's trippy dawg, it's like a I took a bad pill Painkiller take the pain like Advil, uh Pain like the rave get cancelled 'Member when we make the rave get cancelled How you knock out my boy 'Cause we knocked out some corn, yeah, cancelled Corn for a bouncer and corn for your dad still Boxes of corn, got corn for your gang still Talk less but we done more Tongue pressed on your mum's floor Armed jakes at the front door I'll send apes to your front door Niggas runnin' off with money Like I won't make time to come find your bloodclot nigga But what I'm really tryna figure Is how my cousin's shootin' up my niggas Told the truth they ain't my niggas 'cause I don't fuck wit' niggas I'm a family man so fuck niggas, fuck niggas We the best and nobody touching us And we blessed cah we keep the love with us No gas but we keep the pump wit' us, yo Yeah, yeah, I keep the pump with me Ask my brudda, I'm the hardest in my city No bias, 'cause he ain't lyin' to me Look me in my eyes, I can tell these niggas frightened of me This tape's about my life and my environment And the way I see things And see the way I see things I'm coming for it all, I got these bitches by their G-strings Yo, yeah, and it's AMB, uh I'm about my business, yeah Still around mad bricks, what You can ask my brudda, huh At my best, soon gon' discover You ain't fuckin' with me, can suck your- And it's AM With the AM Buzzworl