lirik lagu dero – amends

[intro]

(hey lexer, where you at?)
mobster..
(drewk on da track!)

[chorus ~ déro]

got no steak or lobster, i couldn’t fight every now or momma

i know that n~gga be tripping harder, keeping that peace like the dalai~lama

i can’t f~ck with n~gga’s who do the most, popping in places i don’t ever go

i hit the road i was on my own, can’t trust no one, so i keep it close

don’t shut them up, no one can do it like us or could do it again

f~ck any means, ima grind to the end till i’m pulling right up in a benz

i done told you in advance, why leave when i gave you a chance?

i just be focused on making this money, not focused on making amends

[verse 1 ~ déro]

my grandma told me “they don’t got the vision” if they missing the pictures i’m painting

they now want me now, but they never stayed down, when i made it hopping out the bas~m~nt

we ain’t have no money, no food in our tummy’s, with ski~mask’s to cover our faces

we run in quick, inside with that stick, i know you ain’t cover your bases

me and josiah were toting that iron, so them n~ggas know to be lowkey

seen my own brothers drive~by in the streets, so you can’t say you love me, just show me

those who wrap up with me, they living comfortably, making they bank account od

if you were not down and bad in the trap, we can not relate, you do not know me

i’m floatingg on greatness, i know they watch the way i walk but don’t say sh~t

we were brothers on that block until that case hit, see my brodie on the news, they did him faceless, yeahhh~ah

[pre~hook ~ déro]

f~ck you, i worked hard for this

f~ck n~ggas can’t f~ck with my confidence

ran in on the plug, and ran off with it, why take a little? take all of it!

in the trap house sipping activis, cutters and bars out the packages

smoking on oil, no pathogens, we want them thrones and the palaces, yeah!