Améliorer Lyrics

I've been trying to make amends

I've been trying to make amends

I've been trying to make amends

I've been trying to make amends

I've been trying to make amends

Tell the bro I'm coming in

In a B&B, you up with him

She got a body, remind me of Jen

I'm in a brib and I'm sipping on gin

I'm in the back of the crib wit' fn

He wanna hate, tell that boy, check your chin

He talkin' down on the net, that's not a blick

Ain't got no shooters that fuck around spin

I got some brothers that's lock in the pen

That shit ain't nothing, they do it within

I took my fam and I got me a plan

I got like have a hundred bands in Jan

That's not your gang, nigga, that's not your fam

He gon' be the first to tell in a Jam

On the phone, try to tell everybody

On the phone with that bitch, told her, don't need nobody

Bitch, I've been drowning in bodies

ALYX on my body, it compliments the Illuminati

And I don't even care if you trippin'

And ya' cup been empty for months, why you sippin'

He throwing up b's with the blood in his kidneys

VETMENTS my body, that shit leaving witnesses

They see a V in my back, that's me

XVI out my back, no mean

XVI , I got a shit 16

Blue religion, I was sayin' G-19

XVI, that bitch, I'm feeling like mean

All these bitches been saying I'm mean

They say what you doin' in ya' dreams

Told that bitch, I'm leaving no crime scenes

Bloody as shit

I've been trying to make amends

Tell the bro I'm coming in

In a B&B, you up with him

She got a body, remind me of Jen

I'm in a brib and I'm sipping on gin

I'm in the back of the crib wit' fn

He wanna hate, tell that boy, check your chin

He talkin' down on the net, that's not a blick

Ain't got no shooters that fuck around spin

I got some brothers that's lock in the pen

That shit ain't nothing, they do it within

I took my fam and I got me a plan

I got like have a hundred bands in Jan

That's not your gang, nigga, that's not your fam

He gon' be the first to tell in a Jam

I've been trying to make amends

Tell the bro I'm coming in

In a B&B, you up with him

She got a body, remind me of Jen

I'm in a brib and I'm sipping on gin

I'm in the back of the crib wit' fn

He wanna hate, tell that boy, check your chin

He talkin' down on the net, that's not a blick

Ain't got no shooters that fuck around spin

I got some brothers that's lock in the pen

That shit ain't nothing, they do it within

I took my fam and I got me a plan

I got like have a hundred bands in Jan

That's not your gang, nigga, that's not your fam

He gon' be the first to tell in a Jam