Ain’t No Amateur

Lyrics

[Intro] Raise the alarm [Verse 1] Yes, guess who just stepped in the place N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E Get respect whenever I put pencil to page Won't rest for a day till I'm best in the game [?] like a wet weather or a TEC when I spray (Yeah) Gettin' away, better check what you say, son No time for a fake one, 'cause I'm A1 Play dumb, get your face stuck in a bass drum (Nah) Get your record found in a skip I'm outta my shit like them kids in Round the Twist I'm out for chips, no Smith I'm out for the clout an' shit, why you down and out with it Try and amount to this (Nah), nah, it's too high I flew by with the crew in a blue sky (Yeah) If you were like boo-hoo, 'cause I'm too white But you're just sittin' in your room with a few lines [Chorus] I tell them I don't need no boss (Nah) I tell them I don't need no manager (Nah) N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E And I do this myself, but I ain't no amateur Tell them I don't need no watch Tell them I don't need no Jaguar N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E You couldn't match my caliber [Verse 2] Yeah, yeah, yeah, you knew that, kid Whether doin' the grime or that boom bap, kid They show me your tunes, never knew that kid Hear me rip up a groove, they're like "Who's that kid?" Now they're like, "I know that boss" They jackin' off, 'cause the flow's bang on While they slackin' off, I go rap a song Then I blow up the map, 'cause they know that's bomb Yeah, 'cause they know that's crack Try me once and they never go back N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E Now cats sayin' I'm puttin' my city on the map Young boss from the four-triple-oh We don't talk to dogs, don't call triple-oh We go call the shots and we raw with the flows And won't call a stop till they callin' me ghost [Chorus] I tell them I don't need no boss (Nah) I tell them I don't need no manager (Nah) N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E And I do this myself, but I ain't no amateur Tell them I don't need no watch (Nah) Tell them I don't need no Jaguar N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E You couldn't match my caliber I tell them I don't need no boss (Nah) I tell them I don't need no manager (Nah) N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E And I do this myself, but I ain't no amateur Tell them I don't need no watch (Nah) Tell them I don't need no Jaguar N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E You couldn't match my caliber [Verse 3] They're jackin' their flows from the rappers online Come on, that is a joke, so go back to your grind You are wack and if you think that's actually hype That's exactly how they won't to damage your mind, ayy You just be dumbin' it down, ayy Me? I got love for this sound, ayy "The fuck is this shit?" I don't know, man, I'm just fuckin' around My rhythm on a track is a mismatch, so I be flippin' over rappers like it's tic-tac-toe You wanna get it? You can have it, I'ma bring that dope And leave you sittin' with your ashes in a bin bag, yo All the chitter and the chatter, but you're still wack, though [?] image [?] I don't think that's so Quit livin' in an act, that shit's sad, bro And if you think I really back it, that's a big fat no [Chorus] I tell them I don't need no boss (Nah) I tell them I don't need no manager (Nah) N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E And I do this myself, but I ain't no amateur Tell them I don't need no watch (Nah) Tell them I don't need no Jaguar N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E You couldn't match my caliber I tell them I don't need no boss (Nah) I tell them I don't need no manager (Nah) N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E And I do this myself, but I ain't no amateur Tell them I don't need no watch (Nah) Tell them I don't need no Jaguar N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E You couldn't match my caliber