Текст песни A.M. THOUGHTS - YXNG K.A

(Let′s go)
(Let's go)
They don′t know how I do it
They just know the youngin gettin' to it
(Ant Chamberlain, that's a hundred points)
They know the youngin′ been through it
I been gettin′ too high, I don't give fuck what they doin′

Glock amen is not on my list (no)
I ain't′ playin' I′m on some new shit (no)
He so hot but stay on cool shit (oh)
They throw shots but the shoe don't fit (oh)
They don't beleive I′m new to this
Won′t take this chance for granted
Watch what I do to this (yeah)
Eat up the beat tell 'em choose a hit

Aye, walk in the bank, I′ma make this shit bounce (bounce)
Add it up, add it up, count (count)
Don't let ′em know the amount
I had to jump out the drought
You know what I'm ′bout
You runnin' your mouth
We runnin' your mouth
Braggin′ about
We run in your house
Ain′t no "I" on this team aloud
Had to cut some onеs I love
It's killin′ me slow (oh-oh)
But, I've been hеre before
Way before the deal, before the dope, before the shows
Before these leaky hoes, all these drippy clothes
My sneakers uses to show my toes
You wasn′t steppin' those
It never fails to cross my mind, so many times (oh, oh-oh)
They tell me does it ever cross your mind
When you, cross that line
You got my heart under attack
You said some shit behind my back
You did some shit you can′t take back
I tell 'em make 'em face the facts now
You turnt your back no turnin′ back now
People love to ask now
Who, I, where, what happened huh?

They don′t know how I do it
They just know the youngin' gettin′ to it
They know the youngin' been through it
I′ve been gettin' too high, I don′t give fuck what they doin'

Pull up they like there he go
Takeoff they like where he go?
Humble yourself I kill ego
I know you only get fly on occasion
Sum of the equation you are not equal
Bite my floor but he not here tho
I ain't at the top they still can′t top me tho (yeah, yeah-yeah)
I′m on the ground from the A.M. to P.M to A.M (ayy)
Couple niggas been in my DM, I hope they prayin' I ain′t slay 'em (yo)
I heard they doin′ shit just for a name, y'all can never let em play ′em (no)
Plenty bullets come behind his name
I can have my shooter lay him (brrt, brrt)
That's a man down
We gon' shoot regardless put your fuckin′ hands down
We gotta, whole lotta, whole lotta drugs we ah fuckin′ band now (yeah)
I gotta, whole lotta, whole lotta fronts, I'm the fuckin′ man now (yeah)
I'ma keep livin′ my dream
Get money in my genes, money in my jeans (yeah)
Tell 'em it is what it seems
Niggas underate my grind, the fuck do you mean? (yeah)
I don′t wonder why they hate
I go blind just like Stevie (yeah)
My flows no VVS (yeah)
Prolly in your whole TV (yeah)
It never fails to cross my mind, so many times
They tell me does it ever cross your mind
When you, cross that line

They don't know how I do it
They just know the youngin' gettin′ to it
They know the youngin′ been through it
I've been gettin′ too high, I don't give fuck what they doin′

Oh
Oh, oh, oh