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updated amp 2020 freshmen cypher - amp (any means possible) lyrics

[verse 1: imdavisss]
amp cypher, 2020 we here
hop on the beat, deliver my vision clear
they copy my flow and bars, i guess i make trends
life full of lessons, the rest is just wins
19 years old, cop my mom a benz
age 20, 1 million man, we just began
young and straight out atlanta, what can i say
bow my head and pray to god every single day
thankful for all the blessings, bless me through the years
tryna make my family proud, they crying real tears
step back like ‘bron, i guess i’m in my prime
need a house in the hills, i guеss in due time
need that i8 in chrome, that sh*t is too shinе
people cap in their verse, i stay true to mine
(aight, okay, lemme see what you spitting agent)

[verse 2: agent00]
pools, faucets
views, cop it
chains, rocks, jewels, cop it
forgis, glocks, tomb, cop it
it can be whatever guys at this point, just cop it
make the money back, make the money back
revenue strap, doin’ backflips at the kickback
your b*tch fat and i get that
what’s the deal man, why the onlyfans paying ’bout 6 racks?
on a bad day, a really bad day
i mean a really really bad day, i’d probably still double that
yeah that* that’s my bad, i’m out of line here
um, y*you accept my apology?
a lot of bottle fears and really battle gears
immaculately tragic because of a complicated way outta here
but i got a mission and it’s never*ending
i’ma light the way so all million of you can run the distance
(a lil something there, i’m tryna tell em)
[verse 3: fanum]
(aw man, aw man)
(long awaited, nah let me stop playing, let me stop playing)
(deal it, [?])
i said, it’s young fanum, yeah i got the cannon
if a n*gga talk too much i gotta blame him
i wonder where the hate come from
gotta be a dum*dum
undercover someone, you one of my children
is it the paper, the mula
the haters, the rumors
the leaked nudes of me and your shorty in kama sutra
i might just shoot ya, guns blazing, my lil’ ruger
this not a blooper, in the honda i just maneuver (skrrt)
italian spot where they serve my fettuccine
make sure my linguini super steamy and not too creamy
toasty panini, couple of bites of tortellini
i’m feeling dreamy, phone buzzing she want to see me (aw man)
on my way to the bitty, you know the vibes bro
my drip is hydro, big waves up in my tie tho
i’m in a tahoe, big body uber on time hoe
while me and the driver talking bullsh*t, smoking tobacco

[verse 4: chrisnxtdoor]
well, me and my n*ggas, know we got that
they say why you 2hype, b*tch i feel like i’m amp’d up
u.s. did us wrong, i can’t stand for no anthem
i’m that n*gga, added in for this uh uh that camera, d*mn
all of my n*ggas been paid
p*ssy, wet like a lake
n*ggas want beef, so i serve ’em a steak
hold on, let me get you a plate
take your girl on a date
now she tryna kick it every day
she give me face, mary kate
all of you n*ggas, just hate
[verse 5: kai cenat]
bust down rollie, avalanche
yeah my old b*tch average
this my first time rappin’ it
i might go r*t*rded as sh*t
bentley coupe, i’m dashing it
stand on my money, i’m tall as sh*t
told ’em, don’t you doubt the kid
told ’em, don’t you doubt the kid
i ran up 30 on 30 on 30
when i’m in the streets, i stay too st*rdy
2×2 h*llcat, go fast
4xforeign truck on the gas
i’m only 18, with big dreams
before 18, i seen things
feelin’ like a big champ with six rings
or a bumblebee with six stings

[verse 6: duke dennis]
stop all the cappin’, n*ggas ain’t ever gonna catch me lacking
bad lil’ b*tch, beat the lil’ hoe back end
stop for a minute, now i’m going back in it
if she ain’t tryna f*ck, tell that lil’ hoe “pack it”
you ain’t no boss, lil’ bruh stop @ me
d*block demon, you know that i’m ’bout it
90% of you n*ggas is west so it’s blessed whatchu want ima just let you have it
i’m from the corner where n*ggas be slangin’ that dope and where n*ggas be robbin’ and trappin’
i gotta take care of my folks, yeah my momma, my brother so that’s why my paper is stacking
but we ain’t broke we ain’t go super smoke, then you already know what the h*ll ’bouta happen
play with the gang, then it’s f*ck all the fame, i’ma drop everything, i’ma show you i’m ’bout it

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