FowL - Amba**ador Bridge lyrics

[Verse One]: Aye, I keep it G Sundown, sun up I'm from the D where we say "doe" after "whatup?" Say the wrong sh** you can get yourself cut up So listen when your momma say "shut up" Hell yeah, the whole n***a the city gon' nut up Cause I'm the baby son And son finna come up By the time you hear this I'll be finally 19 I know that's kinda younger than I probably might seem I just seen things that mature me quick mentally Never lost a battle so I'm feelin' like it's meant to be Who is you? n***a who is you? Cause this is me Breakin' buds up Then I light 'em up call it Kushmas Tree Rap is not a job or a hobby it's a gift to me And I'mma take this time to thank the Lord for what He given me Cause He gave me style He gave me grace A nice smile And a baby face I love my momma, she love me, she call me "baby cakes" I love my n***as, keep it real, they can't say he fake I want it now but somehow they tryin' to make me wait They say I would've been on if it was '88 In year 2010 tell me what it take to win It's all about who you know and I ain't into makin' friends Most people kiss a**, but some of us can't I'm real Might a** well give a brother a chance What's up It's the amba**ador bridge [Verse Two]: Maybe cause I'm from the D they wanna keep me down But I'm gonna do it cause the hood wanna see me clown I'mma pa** turkey's out like Nino Toys for the kids from they hometown hero We on The whole city finna reap the benefits Of the amba**ador k**in' sh** I'm talkin' 'bout deez nuts, tell 'em get a grip Yeah, I'm off the wall and baby this is it I might moonwalk, you better Beat It, I'm Bad I'm the Smooth Criminal you hear my smooth talk n***a what did you thought? I ain't puttin' in no sh** until you show me some sh** that you bought You ain't finna hit me over the head Talkin' is cool but I prefer to show you instead As long as you take a seat somewhere close to the front Then get a good look at the one who don't give a f** About any nay sayers Say it to my face and I promise I'm ready to hit you with plenty hay makers Who gon' rep the city like you heard I do? Across the world I'm givin' people a bird's eye view Of the life of a kid from a city by the bridge With the name Amba**ador on it I swear I'mma spit till they hate me or they love me And when my chance come, I'm not pa**in' up on it What's up man? It's the amba**ador bridge So don't look at it the same when you pa** it again