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Lyrify.me

Amygdala Full Lyrics by G.R.A.M.Z Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2013

[Verse 1 : G.R.A.M.Z.]

Yes sir, yes sir, I been under pressure
And the way I feel, any day I'm bound to break, pull that pound and gesture
Yes sir, yes sir, your wildest dreams can't measure
To the nightmares and them day terrors, that's reoccurred since my birth
No sir, what's worse, is my father told me I'm cursed
And all the drama he's caused, is only gonna trickle down to my spawn
But wait, it gets worse, I'm the kin of killers and jerks
Kin of dope addicts and alcoholics, shit I been drinking since 12
Night train, 4-0
I was born to thug it, I know
Can't live without it, I'm a living product, of the struggle, muscle, hustle
My pain, my hope, is to make it out of this hole
And I'm almost reaching my goal, to leave a little something Malcolm can own
Get grown, get grown

[Chorus]

I don't even sleep inside my bed
Sick of all these dreams inside my head (x4)
Go to sleep, wake up, then crack a brew
Think about all the fuck shit I been through (x3)
Cause the dreams that a nigga be having at night, shit
Not to be fucked with
[Verse 2 : Zombie Juice]

Y’all ain't raw , it ain't hard to tell ya stepped on
Zombie try we, in the back of my mind
This kush so good, rewind the time
I'm still on my grind, I'm still selling packs
I don't get shit for this fucking rap
So fuck you and your bullshit
I don't got time for your foolishness
I mean shit, I do miss my momma
And my daddy, never had thee
But I’m gladly, M.I.C yes, he loves me
Tired of running from the police
And you fuck ass niggas don't know me
And you ain't even a percent of the old me (ol' me)
So I smoke good to this O.E
Beat the pussy good, so she love me
I sold pussy, sold drugs
But ain't never gonna sell my soul cuz
Look out for the nigga on the corner with a Glock
And his pants with a sack full of raw
With his back to the wall
Smoking packs of Newport's
His daddy in a hole he ain't got no remorse
YEAH
[Verse 3 : Meechy Darko]

Money be the motive, watch me make this money multiply
Master of my flow making murderous music my god
My momma make sure my hopes is high and I aim for the sky
My mind's a supercomputer that never ever haywire's
Speaking of hay, I'm the thinnest needle in the middle of it all
I'm like ads, so see, you'll only find me if I'm meant for ya'll
God damn it, ain't it amazing, we done came a long way from slave ships
Even though we still on our whips and chains shit
Will I shine bright cause I bear the light or will I sink in the abyss
It ain't sinning if you winning and I'm living proof of this
More like dead proof, you bitch
Done seen a zillion rappers come up and ain't do shit
Maybe cause his mainframe was the same as his
Faker than the chest of these porno actresses
Hold up, let me hit this spliff, I'm known for spitting sick
Rolling up and talking shit, Zombie gang, Flatbush bitch
You know what it is

[Chorus]

I don't even sleep inside my bed
Sick of all these dreams inside my head (x4)
Go to sleep, wake up, then crack a brew
Think about all the fuck shit I been through (x3)
Cause the dreams that a nigga be having at night, shit
Not to be fucked with