6enie (feat. Amos Da Addict)

Yah

Same old, same old

I still move with

Debut day owes

They those types who lose a fight

Then might just slide through

Where you lay low

Blade out like I'm Kano

One eye open 'till the halo

Take your chips by hash, potatoes

Watch the shit take shape like playdough

Don't play though

Actually rap what I do

I stay in the stu like a ladle

Back to the flats with the crew

Bout to go blue tooth

We'll cut the connect like a cable

Fact of the matter's you

Been the type get screwed

Or shackled or trapped by the label

Rappers packed in a zoo

Taking back what's due

Just to put food on the table

I

Don't have to put any effort

I'm always protected

I charge by the second

I only make moves if my pockets effected

I heard you got bars but they not as impressive

I get it

These rappers get killed in a session

Comes to the bars I'm a little obsessive

Bra I'm just rapping like this cauz the bag just came back

And its looking way more than expected

I don't even check it

My crew got a trust

Stay talking shit

But they can't do me dust

How can you chune you can do it like us?

Bra

It looks like you losing your touch

Gaai dem da pack

And they vuma da graaf

Don't fuck around

If we know where you paak

Plus he wont see me

I move with a beanie

I pull the shit down

And it turn to a mask

Your weak rhymes don't exist when the Amo spit

Off the chain like a dog let loose when it sit

From the Wentworth yes

Where my homies be strapped

Spit like ratatat

Leave you empty laying flat

Matter fact did I say I'm from the Barracks flats

Where my homies smack you up

If your rhymes is wack

Homie back to the lab

And homie don't come back

Unless your rhymes is strapped

With toolie in fact

Now its me, see

The A-M-O G

I'm from the corner of the Barracks

Of Wentworth streets

Silvertree, Eighty-eight

Yeah that's where I'll be

If your girl wanna pull up

to just see me

I'll be standing with my O.G

Zorlie, smoking on the good weed

Thinking bout my fallen Gs homie

Fafa

Ethan

Franklin

Bassi

Big C

Johnny

It don't stop

All my homies just dropped

And I think the killing should stop

And the piece on your hip homies way hot

Imma kick it like K-dot

But remain as Amos

I'm too hot

Homies cold like a ice block

I'm sucking at the girls right spot

Now she hyped up

With her legs up

Say she only wanna kick it with the Amo

Now can you blame me?

Momma raised me from the dust up

Now I'm kicking dust up

With my middle finger right up

On my chair but I'm still living life up

And I can give a damn

Long as you understand and feel I say

Amo **** and I'm on my damn way

With a lyric A.K

Aim, shoot homie you should pray

Six feet deep is where you gon' lay