Lyrics:
made it disappear
'Cause my magic tricks, are so fabulous
This shit's hazardous, got amateurs smoking cannibus
If you mad at this, damn it then
(Fuck
amateurs who simply shed their skins
So where are those traitors now, we once called patriots?
Just like those saints who seem to revel in their sins
O
As far as I'm concerned your just a job for the janitors,
Don't disregard I'm a guard your an amateur,
Hidin' behind your body guards and your manager,
a basement, called them amateurs
The hostages were tremblin' when they heard a man exclaim
"Let's blow this place to kingdom come, let Con. Edison take
suffered terrible defeats
Till they ventured out behind the lines and took five prisoners
They stashed them away in a basement, called them amateurs
Niggas skip the bull 'cause we matadors
Snatch the P89s that we pack in the drawers
And we clap the doors of your Acuras
Snap like cameras on amateurs
(clack-clack-clack)
Swallow a hollow make 'em digest with a .50 caliber
Your futures not lookin' so good, tomorrows not on your calendar
I do away with the amateurs
Or a turkey on Thanksgiving Day
Like the Fourth of July or apple pie,
It's strictly USA.
Like a hotdog covered with mustard,
Or an amateur hometown
Oh teacher, teacher why are you so poor?
Oh teacher, teacher why are you so poor?
When it comes to unions you’re an amateur
Now, unions are for
kids, And the best life
With a fine wife, Nigga I'm in paradise
Amateurs think it's easy, but you and that bitch
Ain't about to be the next george
started to stop
This ain't amateur night, and it's not the Apollo
Come real with the skills, and you gots to swallow
My phone kept ringing, but this
fashion, but we wintertime fly (Time fly)
We eatin' good, it's dinner time now (Time now)
No amateurs, beginner time now (Time now)
My AP like AP in its
ballers or the amateurs
I won't let you ruin my dreams or Harvey Weinstein the kid
Good morning, Matt Lauer, can I live?
Look at my new digs
The rooftop
playin' with, huh? (Huh, huh, huh)
Second verse, it gets worse, it gets no better than this
Amateurs drink veteran piss from a Dixie cup
If you ever
'Cause they wrote nothin' but lies, quotes stuck in my eyes
Amateur writer dissin'
He's a beginner and hopes for your demise, folks some may despise
drivin', nigga we be fucked up
Hit the weed then pass out, homie you a amateur
This bitch is bad as fuck so I'mma grab that camera bruh
Peelin' bank
Yeah (yeah)
(Listen to this track, bitch)
Ha
Like Tommy Lee and Pamela, I'm fuckin' on a camera
More stamina than animals, Gucci is no amateur
it
You know how we handle shit, gangster gutter glamorous
Zone One Atlanta shit, over all the amateurs
I'm walking off in here, a boss so, dog,
arm
Highly flammable, barely keep getting in Canada
Run this rap shit, I got stamina
You an amateur, I aim at 'cha,
I bang at 'cha, hope a plane hit
this bitch, I thought I've seen the
[Chorus]
You know how we handle shit, gangsta got it glamor it
Don't want a lot of shit.. amateurs.
I'm
all of you amateurs
Sneaking up on a tour bus with a demo to hand to us
When I was younger, I just wanted a chain
Now a chain of events has afforded
(innuendo)
Beside you others fade away,
Like amateurs in love's charade,
Much more than just a game you play,
The certain rules become a way of living..
Pamela
'Cause Gucci not an amateur
Mini skirt, sun dress, booty shorts, monster
Her ass phat as two basketballs
Gucci fittin' to dunk her
Pretty like
a amateur, holdin more keys than your fuckin janitor
They say "God bless the child that could hold his own"
You pay cops to hold you down, I just hold
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