Cyhi The Prynce - Amen (Intro) lyrics

[Intro] Turbulence is the price you pay For flyin high Through all the hell and high water you kept us You brought us to this point Regardless of what we had to deal with Because you love us so much Now bless each and every one of us Keep all of us In your love and care (CyHi!) Amen [Verse 1] From where the gangstas die young and the rats die faster So, when my shooter spread this Mac Live shatter ’round, ’round Like, “who gives a f** if Black Lives Matter?” Wash the blood of his hands and then get baptized after I’m the new testament, the last five chapters And God said he would come back by rapture The Lord even lets me lie about the pastures So, I never told the truth to the plain clothes This is flashbacks of bullet holes in my Durango Better have a raincoat if we ever see them ba*tards Mix the pink sleeping pills with the powder in the sifter Steppin’ on the dope like an Alpha Phi Alpha My b**h screamin’ [?] We all about the Cream and Wheat Taylor made n***a, everything ain’t what it seem to be Triple beam dreams, n***as Martin Luther King a key Me and Ye’ feel like Jay and Memphis Bleek to me The only difference is that it cost a little more to speak to me ‘Cause around here it cost 100 for a meet and greet Varsity in two sports, my reputation preceded me But the trunk PAC 10, so I never played collegiately BIG 12-gauge to WAC a n***a in the SEC And that’s a second, my mind’s a MAC-11 I might not hit nothing, but ya’ll know that I was present See me and a bear in the woods, then help the bear then Huh, my life is Leonardo in The Revenant Listenin’ to lead playin’ I ain’t talkin’ Zeppelin Boston George before we got the blow I’m out here Johnny Depp’n The only thing that police ‘gon find on me is a weapon Blessings, never believe in luck Read the signs at the lake, it told you, “don’t feed the ducks”, so keep it up (huh) And you’ll be back to sellin’ Cuties In the hood you get shot or you go out like Fela Kuti [Chorus] Let the church say Amen Let this urge every man From the curb to the pen From a bird to a ten ‘Til bullets burn through your skin To a hearse from a Benz Let the church say Amen Every curse, every sin Every smirk, every grin Every verse, every friend Follow every word in this hymn ‘Til the Earth’s very end Let the church say Amen [Verse 2] Fist fights with a murderer I had to let him win, ’cause if I didn’t, he the type to come back and murder ya” Take ya’ somewhere and bury ya’ I was barely seventeen, rollin’ with some k**as’ that was 30 plus Shoulda’ left these n***as earlier (huh) But I was broke as f** in the streets, I was tryin’ to get me a burger, bro Plus the bag they was servin’ us I would break a quarter pound to seven grams, off a Vick I could get dirty bucks f** being conservative, I was tryna’ serve it up Stir it up, rather sell a bird then be a burglar A third of us, ridin’ ’round tryin’ find a purchaser With my lil’ Spanish chick usually as my interpreter For some years I haven’t heard from her That was my lil’ sweetie pie, can’t believe I deserted her She used to let me hide my weed in the furniture But I had to leave, ’cause only good deed she was worthy of The story of a journeyer, who made it out the wilderness No feelings ’cause I met a lot of villains on my pilgrimage God told me, “son, never settle like the pilgrims did” So, I bought a convertible I don’t know where the ceiling is I’m here to restore the pillages of villages I brought enough food for thought to feed a million kids How a young n***a come up with this brilliant sh** “Who you think built the pyramids?” [Chorus] May the church say Amen Let this urge every man From the curb to the pen From a bird to a ten ‘Til bullets burn through your skin To a hearse from a Benz Let the church say Amen Every curse, every sin Every smirk, every grin Every verse, every friend Follow every word in this hymn ‘Til the Earth’s very end May the church say Amen [Verse 3] Thou (one!) shall not, see a cell block and not have no paper stashed so he could bail out Never (two!) sell rocks on a Sunday, yeah I know the streets is cold but n***a Hell’s hot All this (three!) spiritual warfare’s got me shell-shocked Ye should never tell just to avoid a jail cot (Four!) And this is for you male thots, roommates should help with the bills if you livin’ at your female’s spot (Five!) Thou shall not steal, not even from the rich But the plug you tryna’ run up on should front a brick (Six!) Thou shall not k**, ’cause everyone exists for a reason But I still keep a hundred sticks (Seven!) Promise this, ye will always be truthful Never pick sides, ye should always think neutral (Eight!) The next commandment I’m ’bout to bring is crucial Thou shall never misuse friends, ye should make themselves useful (Nine!) Thou shall not seek nobody else approval Ye who is frugal, being broke is youthful (Ten!) But even Adam was at Christian Louboutin and bought Eve a pair, ye shall always be fruitful (Eleven!) And we keep banana clips, devil we rebuke you You can only be the chosen one if you choose to (Twelve!) Take care of ya’ family and your crew too And may thou life be beautiful, Amen