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extortion. - ser amari lyrics

[intro: ser kokayi]
nah

[verse 1: ser kokayi & 408darwin]
my cat scratching the f*cking floors
i’m scratching the f*cking doors
i’m doing shows, but ain’t been on the road for a month or more
and in the future, i’ll be losing friends over f*cking tours
prolly lovers too ’cause when it rains, it’ll f*cking pour, n*gga
some more n*ggas
i put on a course, n*gga
and still wanna see them eat like a hundred of courses, n*gga
hundred endors*m*nts
porsches under the forces
sh*t, if i cut these n*ggas off, that’s a hundred abortions, n*gga
forcing n*ggas’ hands
scorching n*ggas’ plans
he ain’t show me respect? i extort that n*ggas’ fans
he went from bora bora to florida with the sands
can i be the greatest out? man of course a n*gga can, f*ck (ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy)

[verse 2: 408darwin]
darwin from that east side (yeah)
they don’t f*ck with b signs (yeah)
all we had was ramen and the beans we ate was refried (yeah, yeah)
my homie serving seven, grab that four and hit him three times (yeah)
i introduced your homie to this piece and told him meet mine (ayy, ayy)
uh, i might need a little time for concentration
only hang with stars so my whole gang can form a constellation
growing up, i never got no prize for no consolation
so i gotta murder every n*gga in a higher placement (like, like)
like, i’ma just pour me a little bit
young n*gga he got a ego, belittle it, uh
shorty, i know that you feeling this
so let’s go get to the bottom of business, uh
ending sh*t, uh, k!lling it, uh
darwin he really been in this b*tch
i am not normal, i am not regular
you better watch who the f*ck you is dealing with, uh
she ate my kids, that’s a million abortions through top
and young n*ggas my son so i put plan b in this new glock
clean up the scene, new mops
hit him with beams, you drop
i could really keep going, but i’ma pass it to doowop
[verse 3: your stepdad & wiseboy jeremy]
pops was never there just like the consciousness of cosby victims (yeah)
turned me to that monster
moms complained about when trauma, thinking
i could never press these hoes
i’m knowing that they moms is wit’ it
she said she don’t give top
that sh*t insane, she double jobless wit’ it (ayy)
backstab b*tches coming
half*ass n*ggas coming
plastic ho arrival, i know half*ass when it’s thumping
breaking bread with loafers
i got sick, i ain’t respect my grind
i’m a scorpio, i need to freak, so you can’t get my time
b*tch, yeah
greetings from the other side
sorry, i’m in yo’ mother brodie
n*gga tried to test me about my— uh, f*ck, ayy
n*gga tried to press me ’bout my fit, we pushing b*ttons on him
married to my doja and my money, f*ck a matrimony
call a b*tch “eureka” like a vacuum with the suction on me
f*ck (look, check)

[verse 4: wiseboy jeremy]
i had to cut some n*ggas off because they lack morals
i came to take more than what they served me in my past portions
the patience vacant, when you passing by your last choices
we still children at heart
i’ve been ducking the voices
and f*cking avoiding, old friends trying to come for the boy
i push my limits, no ends when the love is destroyed
i took prescription, but no med can help settle the storm
now flare a joint, i’ma share my story
nah, i ain’t gon’ hit it
but sh*t, i feel you get the point
nights, i’m reminiscing, ’bout when the man was just a boy
the chances i’m given, i spread my hand and got appointed
sacred roots of the family tree, but i’m branching out exploring
listen, n*gga
had to learn to embrace the distance
they saying that i changed, just because they ain’t changing with me
i’m speaking up and speaking out, i hope i break the difference
seen some sh*t i couldn’t fathom
turn my cheek, it ain’t my business, n*gga
yeah (*gunshot*)

- ser amari lyrics

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