AMG Lyrics

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Brand new coupe i pulled up in that AMG

Tryna be like Christ but that's just who i wanna be uh

Kicked em out the spot he broke the policy

You can talk but i won't listen to apologies uh

I used to be down bad and they was flexing on me

I had my hands behind my back while they arrested homie

Jesus washed me clean had to confess to him

I used to smoke that gasoline just like the rest of them

That's not who i want to be i got rid of my problems

Don't need no equation had to learn how i could solve them

My momma turn me turn my speakers down i couldn't do it

I told my momma that my music got a Christ influence

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I used to want that money i used to get that cho

I used to walk that path i had to change my roads

I used to be like Joseph i used to have that coat

I used to live in sin it was all a joke

Glock ain't had a beam thank God it ain't blow

Jesus made me ima masterpiece now im in my mode

New mercedes i got sticky tires making rubber smoke

So many rubber bands around my money just to make it fold

What you know bout laying blankets down sleeping on the floor

What you know bout sleeping on the couch wake up feeling cold

What you know bout being locked outside have no where to go

What you know bout sleeping in yo car after preforming shows

Brand new coupe i pulled up in that AMG

Tryna be like Christ but that's just who i wanna be uh

Kicked em out the spot he broke the policy

You can talk but i won't listen to apologies uh