Morals Lyrics – Ambush Buzzworl

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[Verse 1]
Best in the game, it was bait who was gonna' be here
A.M.B is the name and I'm up for the wars all year, yeah
When you get here, haters wanna' end your' career
Live on stage, no fear when I'm here
Back myself to the end, it's clear, I swear, yeah
I ain't got no gimmicks
You see me, I'm more F-d than Grim is
What you mean that you can't find Ambush?
I'm outside and I stand on business
I mashed work all infront of the witness
I buss' case cause I asked for forgiveness
I got seen on cam' with that biscuit
It weren't me, but you know that I did this (Violence)
Huh, talk's cheap but the get-back's timeless
What you mean? Only run from -
Everybody on smoke where I come from
Bang a Jake in the face if it gets long
Bro just came home cah' he kweffed one
Anything in my way get stepped on
Anything in my way get dealt with
Violence
Heart of a warrior, skill of a genius
I rose from the dirt like a Phoenix
You best believe it, I'm not the-
I'm not the one to compete with
I'm an extremist, not a defeatist
You dun know the realest
You dun know the, dun know the
Dun know the
Wanna' know the only way you can be a real n!gga? (How?)
Never crack, never fold, never told
That's the only way that you can be a real n!gga
That's the only way that you can be a G
These n!ggas ain't nothing like me
Bad man don't talk to police
I don't care if you was 15
When I was 15, I done 2 for 15
Couldn't go home 'til I done 15
15 (??) make him hold 15
Snitch boy wanna' act so miskeen
Miskeen, why you wanna' act so miskeen?
When everybody knows that rats ain't welcome
In the feds leaving letters like the mailman
B!tch n!ggas pointing fingers like they just got their' nails done (B!tch n!ggas)
Huh, he should be called "Mental Health One" (One)
Pu*sy, you denied your' young G
I can put it on the life of my mumzy
Now you wanna' bring them into the fu*kery?
Boy, if you're the one, you can die on your' own
Last shot had killers dialing my phone
And they phoning you too
Difference is that, I told them the truth
And you told them a lie, but we know what you do
Got punched up with your' gun on you
We don't wanna' hear gang s*it come from you
Say "Sorry" and I'll be done with you
Starts with you and it ends with you
Starts with you and it's ending with me

[Verse 2]
What? You think I'm worried about Chipmunk
Sending for me?
He asked for a verse, I spun the track so much bro
Wouldn't even send it to me
No cap in my rap
I don't wanna' hear jack 'til the fans hear that
Talking like this guy's the king of rap, bro
What part of the game is that?
No, I can never loose to a prick like that
Budda bup-bup, skidu bup-bup
Rrrt, tat-tat, squeeze that
We nuh tek chat
What you gonna do? Beatbox
Cah' we know that ain't no strap, no way
No how, not rap, not grime, not trap
Just chats on chats on chats on chats
On chats on motherfu*king chats
You're a chatter blud, huh
See you in the streets and we call you a d!ckhead
Man don't care who's GOAT, you're a d!ckhead
Stormzy made you move house, you're a d!ckhead