Nerve, Lil Macchiato - Ain’t No Amateur lyrics

Raise the alarm

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

I tell them I don’t need no boss (Nah)
I tell them I don’t need no manager (Nah)
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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
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You couldn’t match my caliber

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
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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

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

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

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