Текст песни Son of Amos (Extended Version) - Lypseghandi

Z!
Twenty, twenty one!
I know yall thinking we gone
But we back
And it's webonico
Hahahahahahaha! Yeah!
Hahahahahaha! Bumba!

Oh my God!
I've been hungry all my life
They told me life is war
And I had to get my knife
Persuade me get off my thing
Came back to ride it hard
Ties and buckles into knot
Fist and knuckles making punch
Society thinks we wild
They trynna knock us off
No no no we won't let them
Knock us off
Keep on keeping that's the motto
Shoot to sky and never foh
Son of Amos!
Victoria acerta!
I don't pay attention to the goose
Only answer money calls
Steady plotting formation
Hoping praying unto God
Make the blessing come in rain
And make e come full my drum
I know say badbelle full corner
Dey wonder pe soma tan
Omo ase kilofetan?
You don't even know for sure
What's my driving force and passion
You don't even know for sure
Get it fully no ninety nine
When it's time to ride
Keep it locked on hundred
Get the negative out line
Z!

Times could really be classified as good times
When you feel the vibe
But omo when it's otherwise
I just had to wake myself
Kin masun para

Times could be classified as good times
When you feel the vibe
But omo when it's otherwise
I just had to wake myself
Kin masun para

Son of Amos
I was just a little boy
Dreaming for the way up
Son of mama
Praying for me and poverty to break up

Son of Amos
I was just a little kid
Dreaming for the way up
Son of mama
And That's my diva and that's my sheeva

Uh oh uh!
The test of time came through
But we jump pass (believe)
Did it with my 2 brothers
That be deejay slim and Gamo
Now you know the people I follow
Yeah!
You know you know
There's never gonna be a success
Without a co-fellow(lai lai)
Big up to my real niggas
Big up to my real friends
Yeah! Big up to makanaki
Pray you no go jam satani
(Amen)
I know you don't see this coming
But you really deserve it
You gave me the ginger
When I was about to lose my rider
Told me to record a fuck you cover
And made by bumba
Before I lose my mind
I'm gonna say a prayer!
Before I lose my mind
I'm gonna make a song!
Before I lose my mind
I'm gonna find my peace!
Son of Amos
Z!

Times could really be classified as good times
When you feel the vibe
But omo when it's otherwise
I just had to wake myself
Kin masun para

Times could really be classified as good times
When you feel the vibe
But omo when it's otherwise
I just had to wake myself
Kin masun para!

Son of Amos
I was just a little boy
Dreaming for the way up
Son of mama praying for me and poverty
To break up

Son of Amos
I was just a little kid
Dreaming for the way up
Son of mama
And That's my diva and that's my sheeva