Purple by Amplified Lyrics
Give me a moment, I'm going for all the dolla signs
I made a deal with my omen and that's the bottom line
No good, no evil, but I've been outta line
Focused on the prize, I'ma seize and exercise
Look
I'm warming up cause it's game time
Automatic buckets in the clutch like it's Dametime
Flying over beats on these flows call it hang-time
Never had a choice in the world but to slang rhymes
Meaning I couldn't escape
Even if you shoved a golden platter up in my face
I'm still craving the taste
Legendary like Kobe and pump fakes
8-8
Heating up
24 for 24
Pump brakes
These GOAT shots
Be show stops
No scope, no dots
No float, boats rock
No smoke, no shock
Soaked in the soil of those Gods
That's no flop
This stroke hot
My shit butter, they nose shot
I smell the fear in all of ya little social posts
Act bold with a couple words then it's back to ghost
I wish that we could be civil, but I'm retracting hope
That's why I don't even entertain us being close
Yo run it back, if you out of sight you out of mind
Makin music that breaks thru it, lobotomize
I keep an open mind
Coping with the fact that I'm the only one left in line
Like who the fuck still doing this in my close circle?
Pushin' these vocals out, until they throat purple?
I've been on my way
Doing some things that I never do
That I never do
Oh when they called my name
I'm teaching them things that they never knew
They never knew...
Oh what's it gonna be what's it gonna be
When it's all said and done
Oh tell me what's it gonna be what's it gonna be
When it's all said and done
I made a deal with my omen and that's the bottom line
No good, no evil, but I've been outta line
Focused on the prize, I'ma seize and exercise
Look
I'm warming up cause it's game time
Automatic buckets in the clutch like it's Dametime
Flying over beats on these flows call it hang-time
Never had a choice in the world but to slang rhymes
Meaning I couldn't escape
Even if you shoved a golden platter up in my face
I'm still craving the taste
Legendary like Kobe and pump fakes
8-8
Heating up
24 for 24
Pump brakes
These GOAT shots
Be show stops
No scope, no dots
No float, boats rock
No smoke, no shock
Soaked in the soil of those Gods
That's no flop
This stroke hot
My shit butter, they nose shot
I smell the fear in all of ya little social posts
Act bold with a couple words then it's back to ghost
I wish that we could be civil, but I'm retracting hope
That's why I don't even entertain us being close
Yo run it back, if you out of sight you out of mind
Makin music that breaks thru it, lobotomize
I keep an open mind
Coping with the fact that I'm the only one left in line
Like who the fuck still doing this in my close circle?
Pushin' these vocals out, until they throat purple?
I've been on my way
Doing some things that I never do
That I never do
Oh when they called my name
I'm teaching them things that they never knew
They never knew...
Oh what's it gonna be what's it gonna be
When it's all said and done
Oh tell me what's it gonna be what's it gonna be
When it's all said and done