Young Roddy, Killer Mike, Iceberg Black - Amen Lyrics

Amen, my nigga
Amen, my nigga
Yeah, uh

Fuck up the count, you count it again
Free all my niggas that's stuck in the pen
Fuck up the money, they spending the Ben
Fresh out the gutta like how he get rich
Can't fuck with snakes, that's how you get bit
Stay out the field, that's how you get hit
Pushing that work, that's how I get fit
Sell out that work, then do it again
She say I'm a dog, it is what it is
If you ever crossd me, I ain't forget
Took a few Ls, took that on the chin
But bitch, I'm a champ I know how to win
My nigga relapsed, getting loaded again
He thinking he Tony, he treating his nose
Bitch, I'm a king with a mouth full of golds
We flushing that work if they kick in the door
I got the power like Tommy and Ghost
Might break down a brick and go buy me a boat
Good in the hood, they call me the GOAT
But all the D Boys, they call me the truth
Oh, that's your girl, she calling me cute
Oh, that's your girl, she calling me cute
Feeling like Q, bitch, I got the juice
I'm feeling like Bishop when I got the tool
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Empty the clip on them monkey niggas
From a city where they put your face on a shirt
Empty the clip on them monkey niggas
From a city where they put your boy in a hearse
I'm trying to see heaven on earth
I'm trying to get what I'm worth
I deserve it, I come from the dirt
Check my Air Forces, they all full of dirt
I'm trying to hit me a lick
Or hit for a brick, whatever come first
To my nigga who popping them Percs
And moving that work, I pray that shit work
I pray that it work
All my life, man, I pray that shit work

Move your mama from out of the ghetto
Amen, my nigga
Bail your brother from out of the slammer
Amen, my nigga (shout out my nigga, Roddy)
Help your homie get back on his feet
Amen, my nigga (it's love)
Get rich and give back to the streets
Amen my nigga (always man, always)

Sipping on lean, dressed in Supreme
Pills making money but coke is still king
I get her high, excitement and running
I keep an eye, indictments is coming
I might be smiling, ain't nothing funny
I got the prof, fuck is my money?
Business is business and bullshit is bullshit
And you niggas mix 'em too much (yeah)
Telling you listen and keep paying attention
'Cause these niggas snitching too much
Game is the shame, nah, game is the same
Real niggas snitched on by lame
Money and fame, that was a young nigga aim
Now I don't see it the same
These are the rules of the game
You should be cool and act lame
You should be rich and play broke
Gotta be wise and let them think you foolish
Then you pull up in the newest of new shit
This is an S63, ain't nothing rented my G
Nothing fugazi 'bout me, these bitches crazy 'bout me
These bitches lazy, my G
And I won't give 'em a fuck
I play Too Short in my truck
Play Bun n Pimp in the Imp
But I will not play a simp
Burning my hemp
Standing on corners with Glocks and the clip on my hip
High as a rocketin' ship
I am a prophet with gift
Bitch, I'm the man, I'm the man
I hand to hand with the grams and saran through the land
Bitch, I'm the Wizard of Oz
I got the money, the power, the pussy, the cost

Amen, my nigga
Amen, my nigga
Amen, my nigga
Amen, my nigga