St. Retro - AMG Lyrics

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Yea
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Uh huh
Uh huh
Yea
Brand new coupe i pulled up in that AMG
Tryna be like Christ but that's just who i wanna be uh
Kicked em out the spot he broke the policy
You can talk but i won't listen to apologies uh
I used to be down bad and they was flexing on me
I had my hands behind my back while they arrested homie
Jesus washed me clean had to confess to him
I used to smoke that gasoline just like the rest of them
That's not who i want to be i got rid of my problems
Don't need no equation had to learn how i could solve them
My momma turn me turn my speakers down i couldn't do it
I told my momma that my music got a Christ influence
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I used to want that money i used to get that cho
I used to walk that path i had to change my roads
I used to be like Joseph i used to have that coat
I used to live in sin it was all a joke
Glock ain't had a beam thank God it ain't blow
Jesus made me ima masterpiece now im in my mode
New mercedes i got sticky tires making rubber smoke
So many rubber bands around my money just to make it fold
What you know bout laying blankets down sleeping on the floor
What you know bout sleeping on the couch wake up feeling cold
What you know bout being locked outside have no where to go
What you know bout sleeping in yo car after preforming shows
Brand new coupe i pulled up in that AMG
Tryna be like Christ but that's just who i wanna be uh
Kicked em out the spot he broke the policy
You can talk but i won't listen to apologies uh