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ankhlejohn - adams morgan lyrics

[verse 1: ankhlejohn]
i have been to the mountaintop and it will take a h+ll of a man to knock me off
look
you either get down or lay down
sent the run on a greyhound
fifty bands inside a jansport, we felt the bus route was the safest transport
this sh+t is free unless you payin’ for it (yeah)
your word ain’t bond unless you standin’ on it (ooh)
imagine a mom losing her only son
you can’t take life for granted, you get only one
i really did the sh+t that tony done (ooh)
either montana or romo, made it to the top with no promo (no promo)
this sh+t classic, historical tax [?]
i pulled a penalty for all your showboatin’
help me with my sportsmanship conduct, i was too cutthroat
not speaking up for what you believe, that’s how you get f+cked over
separated from his niece when he was much older
a 9+to+5 had him down on his knees, his back hunched over
the orange porsche is something i need, it look like a crush soda
what’s in the streets but blood soldiers
ready for combat but we don’t discuss motives
huh, the b+tches you call 10s to me i’ll shrug shoulders with [?]
playing with the wrong one, n+ggas’ll blunt roll ‘em (smoked)
i’m in the part of the club where you can’t touch shoulders
[?], your team down bad, in need of a victory
just look at me, for example, my prime ain’ even hit me (what)
i pop bottles when i was young, we toast with the motu
you got b+tch tendencies, you gon’ do what a hoe do when it’s too predictable
just lettin’ everybody in the room know you ain’ even a mystery
[bridge: ankhlejohn]
just show me love, ain’t gotta hate me (nah)
there’s enough money for all of us, put it on the table (ooh)
look me in my eye, shake my hand, then pay me
i’ll put it on the credit, raised the score, it went crazy (it went crazy)
yeah, just show me love, ain’t gotta hate me
there’s enough money for all of us (what), put it on the table
look me in my eye, shake my hand, then thank me (thank you lordy)
i’ll put it on the credit, raise the score, and go crazy

[verse 2: willie the kid, ankhlejohn]
i seen the mountaintop like martin luther
no b+tches that’ll shoot ya
missionary rarely (yeah+yeah+yo)
i’m into kama sutra
i’m hopping out the uber
photoshoots in vancouver, i study lessons (it’s fly n+gga)
like it’s cute ma (yeah) but what the juma
black seed like it’s cumin, cue the cameras
i’m not human, my sk!ll set it sink the standards
i’m not losing, i’m chose when the b+tch is chosen
maneuvering, it’s not power ‘til we all empowered (uh)
never been a coward, the full ride a hour
living great, one bedroom in adams morgan
my n+gga went to coppin state, we f+cking hoes at morgan (that’s facts)
and then i glide like i play shooting guard for portland
back in the a, push the motorsport down courtland
i’m down for whatever
i’m showing out, my toes out when it’s sweater weather
i need a benz or better
it’s willie, get your sh+t together
yeah
thank you lordy

- ankhlejohn lyrics

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