Letra de AMP FRESHMAN CYPHER 2024 - AMP (Any Means Possible)

(Feat. Kai Cenat, Agent 00, Duke Dennis, Chrisnxtdoor, ImDavisss, Fanum, Kevin Hart)

I don't got no— ah

I don't got no cousins— ah (Got that beat from Jumbo)

I don't got no cousins in Alabama, nigga

Your friend was talking crazy, I almost blammed that nigga

Treat it like some Kool-Aid, 'bout to jam it in her

Special rock bottom, SummerSlam it in her

Beat a blind nigga ass, he ain't see it coming

Fuck a deaf nigga bitch, he ain't hear her moaning (Uh)

It's a good day

I snuck in a special-ed class and got straight A's

Straight up to the penthouse, got kicked out in six days

Shitting on these niggas, get a bidet

Seven figures, two months, throw a parade

Dick couldn't get hard, she thought I was gay

Show you how this fire work like Fourth of July

Two guns, Akimbo, we gon' slide (Baow)

“Bitch nigga screamed for help,” like AimHigh

Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew, you might die

Shit could get scary, bloody like Mary

My haters catch a case, they out on bonds like Barry

Never duck the smoke, I'm more like Tom than Jerry

Ask about me, nigga, I'm on your phone like Siri

I'm the talk of the city, you heard somethin' different, it's gettin' ridiculous

Whole time, I be mindin' my business, she grippin' my dick while we takin' a picture

But you can't do shit without glazin', nigga, nah, can't have a baby with ya

I don't go viral for dumb shit, but that's how you know when you made it, nigga

I feel like that I'm in my prime, like I'm Cam Newton, Carolina

If them shooters want you, they gon' find you, nigga, it ain't shit to drop a dime for real

I just got to find the time, but, shit, I ain't really got the time to kill

Really, it is what is, I did what I did, no point in denyin' this shit

Hop out the Lamb', then get in the Ghost

Steppin' on all of they throats

Don't be surprised, she know who I am, that's why she call me the GOAT

I got a video on camera, your bitch while she was drivin' a boat

Nigga, don't come to me askin' me questions

Like do I know her and did I fuck her, nigga, when you know I did

How you know— that's crazy

Nah, I like your balls, yeah like, ayy

This shit crazy

Fanum, Fanum, it's Fanum

Whole lot of Troupe shit (Fanum), nigga

I said motherfuck the fame, nigga

I'm still the same nigga

Mother-mother-motherfuck the fuckin' fame, nigga

I'm still the same nigga (Yeah)

I'm still the same nigga, huh

And I'm still gettin' paid, nigga

I get paper, moolah, yen and dollars (What else?)

Niggas mad 'cause your bitch be tryna holler (What else?)

Pop a collar, pop V's, and pop Scotties

And niggas mad 'cause your bitch on my body (Ha)

Back then when I used to dream about the linguini

Nowadays, I push up in the straight Lamborghini

And it's not no luck, man, it's not no Jimmy

I know you wish it was, tryna save your feelings

But back then, I was tryna go and save my cheddar

And back then when I was reading immigration letters

And back then, the shoe box fit the nice Beretta

And back then, my uncles hopped out the green old Jetta

Make your body quiver, make you shake, do the jitters

Discard you trash-ass niggas, I straight litter (Trash)

You livin' bitter, can't afford your babysitter (Facts)

Your baby moms at my crib, I'm straight with her

Straight with her, I'm a straight winner (Huh)

I sin every day, I'm sorry, God, I'm a straight sinner (Damn)

Ain't gon' lie, last night I had some great dinner (Facts)

My pockets keep gettin' fat, they don't get slimmer (Facts)

I mean, I like Rick with the Margiela (What else?)

My chain blind so much, I call it Helen Keller (What else?)

My left hand Mase, but my right hand a killer (What else?)

And I freestyle this whole shit, I'm feelin' iller (Oh my God)

Hold on, wait, haha, wait

It's summer, I'ma still rock the coat like it's winter

New V, I just got me a Sprinter, don't talk to me, you a beginner, uh

Four seasons, in a month, I done spent me a band

No reason, I be feelin' lowballed on Grailed

I'ma be honest, I been tryin', like, to rap for like three years

It's, it's just not workin' that well

Ayo, engineer, try the second beat

Bro, what is this? Bro

Bro, come on, bro

Alright, alright, alright

Wasn't lookin' for love, then you came along (Yeah)

How we got along? You singin' to my songs

How you seem so perfect? Wasn't doin' nothing wrong (Doin' nothing wrong)

I was feelin' urgent, no, I couldn't wait too long (Wait too long)

So I made you mine (Yeah), girl, I made you shine (Yeah)

Girl, you was the only thing runnin' through my mind (Runnin' through my mind)

Only girl I wanted (Yeah), the others I decline (Yeah)

You did all the right things, girl, I seen the signs

And she ain't ever rude, no

I swear she took my heart

And can't nothing tear us apart

No broken hearts

You do for me, I do for you

You do for me, I do for you, a-ah

I swear she took my heart

And can't nothing tear us apart

No broken hearts

There's nothin' I wouldn't do for you, uh

Oh-oh-oh

Oh, oh

When I say, "Any Means Possible," it's not just a motto

It's more of a lifestyle, hold up

First and foremost, let me thank God for all of these blessings

On the first of October, the doctor pulled me out my mama, even my diapers designer

Caviar all on my bibs, pop a liquor, look at all our comments

On the top of the world with my partners

New York

We just left the mansion, into the fuckin' penthouse

It got a helipad on that bitch (No, it don't), on the top of it

Yes, it did (No, it doesn't)

Yes, it did, yes, it did (No, it didn't)

Yes, it did, bitch

Ayy

See, for real, I be out the way

Ayy, AMP been ballin', yeah, that bag hit like a heavyweight

Told her bring her friends to the top floor, we gon' celebrate

My circle on fire like hula hoops at the circus

And the crazy thing is that we ain't scratch the surface

It sound like my accountant askin' me what the fuck did I purchase?

I met this girl before the come-up, could've sworn she was perfect

Her heart was colder than an Eliantte neckpiece

Switch her hair everyday, feel like I'm fuckin' on a different woman

Then she gave me distance, so I started fuckin' on different women

The thing I hate the most is niggas tryna put fear in me (I don't fear you, nigga)

Oh, you got the gang outside? (I don't fear them niggas), big G-O-D (I fear that, ho)

My account get low, my accent's gone, I still put it on like fashion show

She want love and affection, probably won't see her in my future

I'm manifestin' countin' them commas, they manifestin' Kamasutra, ha

Go, go (Pfft)

Go

Nah, niggas tryna blow my shine like a solar eclipse

When I started makin' money, everybody hates Chris

You steady typin', tiptoein' 'round my name, you ain't make shit

I heard you was up in the pandemic, ain't have pape' since

I could use my left hand, I could use my right wrist

Kick my feet up like a Tarantino movie

I feel like Kill Bill, all my exes tryna pursue me

(Welcome to the friendzone, you will never escape

The friendzone, e—)

Heard you got a coupe, I got a coupe, but it's a Benz, though

Kept it player even when she tell me, "But we friends, though" (Mmm)

Big Cenat, earrings on me, same size as Mentos

Just like Big Tigger, I bring rappers through the basement (Mmm)

Difference between you and me is I don't get complacent

If our cars get adjacent, please don't try to race it (Mmm)

Streamer of the year, next fifty summers, time to face it

If I retire now, I'd still be set, I'm good for ages (Mmm)

Wouldn't wanna be you on my deathbed, ain't no tradin' places

My life full of jacks and aces, can't fuck with me if you basic

My bank look just like the Matrix, inside coupe tan just like Agent

Back and forth with my agent, if I press pause, they raise the wages (Huh)

Pray none of my bros get open cases

I ain't care 'bout where I sleep long as Ma duke's crib get spacious

Bad bitch, retwist my hair, came through, didn't even slay it

We heard the other cypher dropped, just didn't nobody play it (Huh)

Anytime I talk, make sure your ears wide like gauges

Done been on many stages, real ones saw and they still go crazy

Rollie on my wrist, bustdown, go ask your baby

You do this for fun, I do this shit because they pay me

Thank God I made it, I'm the people's champ

And they said I'm stamped, new whip off the ramp

Jumpin' out the house like I'm Vamp, check my account

Put that on my camp, glow up like a lamp

And I'm never shy, get her panties damp

Two-seater cramped, get rid of me, they can't, facts

You know, I get a lot of questions on the daily

I think that biggest question is, "Droppa, where've you been?"

My answer is, "Mindin' my fuckin' business"

Sometimes you got to pop out and show niggas, I guess this is my pop out

Let's get it, let's get it

Droppa, Real Rap Raw, you already know what it is, huh

Uh, uh, uh, uh, yo

All this talk about the big three, fuck that, them not me

Goddamn, I'm mad, aw, shit, you sad?

Well, it's time to get glad, 'cause I'm back and I'm really mad

Put my feet on the ground, now, what you gon' do but hear the sound?

Droppa, I been a dog, fuck that, I been a hog

See food, I'ma grab it, why? 'Cause it's mine, dawg

I am him, you not them, fuck that, I'm gon' win

W's, and not for the West, it's for me, and I'm gon' win

Ah, damn, it's been a while

I come back, I see your girl and I snatch her, it's mine

I take it, I give that, I do what I want, that, fuck that, it's mine

Kitty cat, now flip back

Beat bops on beat bips and beet tips on beat lips

Fuck that, it's me, not them, I am that

Ooh, shit, come a lot, go ding-dong, ding-dong-da

Shouts out to all them, fuck that, I'm gon' win

Como-se, de-la-se, de-kan-de, de-wun-de

Onde, kun-dunde, di-chen-de, de-wun-de

Ule, an-de, come on, otunde

That's different languages, bitch, I got it all, it's in my bag

Fuck that, I'm runnin' now, aw, shit, I'm gettin' down

Droppa, the best back, and what I'm doin'? Gettin' around

Feet? On the ground, AMP? I'm with 'em now

I'm streamin' with Kai now, what that mean? I don't know

But I'm in it, you not, fuck that, I got

I'm walkin' off now 'cause I feel like I done got a lot

Aw, shit, big bags, big money, big stacks

Come on man, I'm doin' too much? Fuck that, it's gotta lag

Delay, everybody, don't move, just stay

I didn't go nowhere, that was a delay

Fuck it man, I'm done now, I could have fun now

Ayy, Kai, man, y'all finished, I'm on the run now (I'm out)

You don't get the mic back after I just did what I did to it

This mic got to be burnt

Bitch, I'll do another freestyle right now

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