GTFOMW by aM.Ess

Best believe I’m takin off
Meant to be so imma take it all
Too hot for spring, but i’ll never fall
If it’s left to me, I’ll do right by y’all

No time to talk, cuz I’m always moving
Sometime soon i’mma get paid for movies
Rap game tight, burn through my loose leaf
But I’ll slow it down and spit it loosely

If you need me to
Itd be real cool if I copped a coupe
Then copped a coop for momma too
do what I want, move like a boss do

No need to front cuz I’m the boss, dude
Fake all you want, just know it’ll cost you
In the end cuz they all pretend
To be your friend, but then they fall thru

Sick and tired of lies from these fakes In my face
Why spend all that time tryin hate on my name
I don’t even care about the fuck shit that they say
Just know I’m finna make it, so get the fuck up out my way


Wear a smile, so I’m always winning
Kill em wit kindness, yea, that’s the ticket
I wouldn’t think twice about how ya livin
Just stay tf up out my business

Y’all finna witness what I mean by work
I wish I knew a life without the grind
But then I wouldn’t know shit bout worth
Or what’s worth having takes some time

I’ll die bout mines, no doubt about it
Smoking all day but I’m never clouded
Talkin shit when I’m feelin rowdy
Like y’all ain’t shit, your movement lousy

tf from round me, if you think this easy
Go twice as hard for those who need me
This Shit ain’t easy
Said it twice, bet y’all don’t believe me

Sick and tired of lies from these fakes In my face
Why spend all that time tryin hate on my name
I don’t even care about the fuck shit that they say
Just know I’m finna make it, so get the fuck up out my way

It is what it is but every bit amazing
Gotta move quick, it’s mine for the taking
I’ll be damned if I’m caught up slavin
Freed my Fam, no time to be wastin

Absolutely not in the mood
Did what I could to keep my cool
So now its all up in the air whether
Or not I should act a fool

Fucked around and caught my groove,
Best of luck to most you fucks
If you in the way, it behooves you to move
Stay away from gutless punks

Midas touch when it comes to the journal
Don’t got gold, but my fortune eternal
Y’all so lost , keep runnin in circles
imma lead my team round these hurdles


Sick and tired of lies from these fakes In my face
Why spend all that time tryin hate on my name
I don’t even care about the fuck shit that they say
Just know I’m finna make it, so get the fuck up out my way

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Underground hip hop
• conscious hip hop
• independent artist
• independent music
• indie rapper
• New Mexico