Ambassel (from "Madden NFL 22" soundtrack)

Crystal
Uh look
I played the game
I missed the shot
I had the answers then forgot
I knew one day my **** will pop
Finesse phenomenomenom
Flexin I feel out and cut the check
Monop monopolize the set
But I put out and take a hit like I can die like any sec,

Born on the day of the dawn of the dead
I don't see nothing but red
I gather the blankets the milk and the bread
I come from the east but I'm traveling west
Got a machete I chop and I chap at the neck of the serpent
Determined to plot and the threats

It ain't no stopping the run
Poppin son of God dropping anybody who Next,
I want a mansion I want a million advances
I'm gonna stay in Atlanta most of them move to LA throw all of their money away
And move back with their parents
I see the canvas
I got the brush in my hand the colors are mixing again
Grabbing a stick with my hand
I drop my guts the world is as Oh what

Who wanna touch
Who wanna rough me up
Nobody my hittaz ready to bust kick in the door and I come out the cut (what, yeah)
Who wanna touch
Who wanna rough me up
Nobody my hittaz ready to bust do what I do and I say what I want (huh)

Yeah mama yo kid in a magazine
Kid in a magazine
I had a stack in my jacket at Grammy week
See the audacity
I was a bad kid
Bay City you see the duality who trying to battle me,
Hittaz Is after me
Cannot be that many
Who wanna rough me up
Fatality really its up is stuck
Undoubtably baby don't touch the bucks
My salary double your baby daddy
Maybe Triple and Trouble I'll get the tackle and the pick and
I hustle had to have it
Had to get in the huddle
In the gravel and rubble
Got me a sack and I'm trying to be subtle
We just actin like a dog with a muzzle
Seat it back or put em back in a puddle
We attacking better stand back and watch run
Shotgun come with the option
Send big blitz nobody blocking
Big win that's a ring in a watch strong end when he

When he comes in the slot trying to bend corner
Your limbs gettin **** that's your partner
The twin getting ****
All you wanna do is talk I don't even talk
Thought I heard somebody talking
I could pull up with that Chewbacca, the ****
Banging my fist and my head on the locker
Feeling like Waka Flocka Flame I put the opposition out the game
I'm out of pocket but I'll rock with the gang
Animosity reside inside of me so I'm like a product of power in pain

Who wanna touch, who wanna rough me up
Nobody my hittaz ready to bust kick in the door and I come out the cut

Who wanna touch, who wanna rough me up
Nobody my hittaz ready to bust kick in the door and I come out the cut