Am Fuck Am CHORUS: Am I just spent too many minutes watchin' little Am Videos of shitty wannabe rappers dissing me Am I just spent the winter livin' after someone Am Tried to send a kill shot, missin' me Am Young blonde Don and the double-X mob got a gang out in Sicily Am Why you think they call me the Gunner? Am I'm poppin' off on anybody if they trigger me
VERSE 1: Am Black and yellow jacket on like I'm Kill Bill Am Grew up scrappin' and I still will Am We can take it back to 2012 Am I was trappin' on the tour bus with Meek Mill Am Take it back to Cleveland, when they gave Chase 17 years, no plea deal Am 2014 when the people tried to rob me in the lobby Am I bet they can feel the feet still Am Point out my enemies soon as they mention me Am Call an assembly, pick up a pen and put you out your misery Am Written in history, it was gonna happen eventually Am I just can't wait 'til the day that I run into you physically Am For everything that I went through mentally Am When it felt like everybody in the world was against me Am When all the critics and every article tried to offend me Am My daughter slapped a kid for talkin' 'bout me in elementary Am We ain't playin', it's deeper than the fame Am People gettin' checked for disrespectin' the family name Am Two chopsticks, no lo mein Am Hollow tips, got no name Am Bust them shits with no aim Am Like it's Bird Box Am But the blindfold is a black flag this time to cover my face Am The dash cam just saw me killin' everybody CHORUS: Am I got off on floor 13, no in between Am I roll my weed with fronto leaf Am I chop my coke on hotel keys Am I chopped his face like Constantine Am Constantly get d?j? vu Am I see me when I look at you Am I never die, I multiply Am So don't cry at my funeral CHORUS: Am I just spent too many minutes watchin' Am Little videos of shitty wannabe rappers dissing me Am I just spent the winter livin' after someone Am Tried to send a kill shot, missin' me Am Young blonde Don and the double-X mob got a gang out in Sicily Am Why you think they call me the Gunner? Am I'm poppin' off on anybody if they trigger me VERSE 2: Am What would this generation of hip-hop be Am Without me here to piss y'all off? Am I see the blogs, I read the comments Am I'm confused, I need to pause Am Look at y'all waitin' on me to fall off Am While I'm lookin' at y'all from a suite in the Waldorf Am I sold 40 million records, I ain't even 30 Am Give me 20 seconds, I'll list 10 movies that I've been in Am One 🏷Legend that tried to fuck with me and then got the venom Am One publication that said that I would never be in it Am One agent that told me without her, my career is finished Am And I couldn't give a single fuck inside my cerebellum Am Y'all award shows suck, go tell 'em Am We ain't suckin' no dick in the 216 Am Brought O's to the land like Beckham Am On the 13th floor with a weapon Am I heard that they coming, yeah, let 'em in Am I got somethin' for 'em, yeah, please forgive my sins Am Blood on my Ralph Lauren, yeah, I can't wash this shit Am Wake up, say, "Good morning," yeah, like I forgot CHORUS: Am Got off on floor 13, no in between Am I roll my weed with fronto leaf Am I chop my coke on hotel keys Am I chopped his face like Constantine Am Constantly get d?j? vu Am I see me when I look at you Am I never die, I multiply Am So don't cry at my funeral OUTRO: Casie Baker: Am Hotel Diablo