Amsterdam (#SwafGang Remix)

[Verse 1] (Jay Young) No lights, dark corners, my life just hasn't been the same Since my dad left my momma and me to live through the pain No money, mo problems, this ain't what Biggie said to me When he told me more money equals the more problems we see I'm in a sinkhole, but I'm not in Florida I'm just a spectacled specter walking through life's corridors I'm tryna bring down the roof of the booth With rhymes and lines that will nurture and quench the fruit of the youth I'm building libraries with these bars The lil homie Chava with me, he a future star Swaf Gang, kill them all, we don't give a fuck We the alphas in the savannah, we don't deal with cubs I ain't your typical, pitiful individual Who's only out here making cheese off these digital syllables So if I rob you, I don't lose no sleep Grinding hard, getting deep as trenches in the Philippines  [Hook] (Rick Ross) I'm Berry Gordy to the streets With a kilo, so that boy had been a beast I wanna be there when each one of my kids born Royal blood, hundred acres each to live on Real nigga to the day that I'm deceased Even then I pray I'm living through these beats Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks Burning Amsterdam green where it falls like a leaf [Verse 2] (Chava) It's been a few years, but she gon ever forgot it With this music, I applaudin' this fuckin' rap attack Bitches tryna give me hugs, niggas tryna give me dap Little nigga pastor, oh you can't tell me nothin' All a sudden, I got [??] and cousins Cuz they heard that I'm doing something with my life So I rap and record it, then I put it on the mic And I'm grinding every night, got a grip like Dolemite, DAMN! Shit, Chava 'bout to spaz The way that I spat, you should take me off the map I'll pop your top, like a Snapple cap I ain't with the battle rap Yo, it's my ambition to make your division For my ambition to make it a livin', I'm Spittin the sickest, quickest, with the writtens So quit the bitchin', say Jay and Chava did it [Hook] (Rick Ross) I'm Berry Gordy to the streets With a kilo, so that boy had been a beast I wanna be there when each one of my kids born Royal blood, hundred acres each to live on Real nigga to the day that I'm deceased Even then I pray I'm living through these beats Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks Burning Amsterdam green where it falls like a leaf