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amad tha god - hermitage lyrics

[verse 1]
look, my whole team be on go
ball out i’m like lonzo i got lil bros
girls saying they with it
hit the weed once said she getting visuals
ask me what what the digits doing
numbers dancing like new diamonds
white folks got folks hype
shoutout [?], that dude wilding
ex girl still prowling on me
her new man know i’m violent so he staying silent on me
take his -ss to the f and say he got a wire on him
pray to god that they fire on him
nine hundred throw the set down
i don’t even need a vest boy, i’m a vet and they wishing death now
side b-tch got a 7+ with a mophie case, we don’t relate
i got b-tches living over-state, young boy bunny-hopping over gates
we was riding in the [?]
i was with the crew
we was heading to the ‘burgh
lil dude want a verse on the remix i’mma hafta do it first

[verse 2]
went from flipping out of plastic bags
fli9side, now we doing shirts
i ain’t shooting but if niggas coming for my head i’mma hafta shoot em first
pray to god that they praying for me
in the same mind that i pray for them
cause i love my guys
but all ties gotta break
you know a nigga play to win
boy good in the hood
hit a cookout you know they gotta play for him
[?] gang, shout out goonie gang
rep set and i don’t even play for them
all summer it’s white tees
nikes and the temp fade
young niggas tryna drop songs off of old shit that already been made
tongue out like i’m mj
hair long like mike jack
big cus got paperwork so the new guns looking hightech
lightskin like iraq
steady praying to the middle east
nah, i ain’t in the taliban but i’ll jihad all my enemies
we was going to the league
there ain’t no fatigue
hit a step back and shot him like a three
he was in the flats
i was throwing deep
we was in the field, planted like a tree
corey’s middle name was lee
lost my big bro when i was sixteen
pray my little brother never miss me

[verse 3]
uh, i ball out i’m like lonzo
i got lil bros
girls saying they with it
hit the weed once said she getting visuals
ask me what what the digits doing
numbers dancing like mike jack
big cus got a cc so the new guns looking hightech
you ain’t even from the side nigga probably never even stole a bike yet
hit me with the mic-check one, two, three, and i ain’t even high yet
said you riding for your team but your homeboy said you ain’t ride yet
you can’t drive yet

- amad tha god lyrics

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