Kamwroteit - Amen lyrics

{intro:} Man, it's been so much **** on my mental I just been sitting here fiddling with the pen and **** While y'all sitting round playing round with y'all life {verse 1:} Been dealing with stress the size of this ******* planet Chickenheads playing round on my phone, i can’t stand it ****** around me showing me fake love Make me want to do what oj did and put on the glove But my spirit won’t let me petty, but i stay ready For any static cause these ****** they love test me And i’m starting to feel like they thinking i’m sweet But it’s cool, cause this walk wasn’t made for the weak All made in his image, but he made me a lil betta I may be hella short but he made me way mo cleva Cause everybody from atlanta rhyme and **** But i can guarantee nobody here rhymes like this Cause my passion for the music goes way deeper than the art Y’all rapping for some jewels, but i’m writing from my heart If you ain’t writing with purpose, then what the **** you rapping for Cause i done felt some **** i ain’t tryna feel no mo My cousin died tryna feed his family, ***** crazy My other cousin walking 28 and a baby Some people be thinking this **** is a game But it’s all fun in the game till you start feeling the pain Then that pain turns to trauma that you’re forced to deal with Now you tryna get revenge but that don’t heal **** Temporary relief in this weed in them swishers But that don’t help after a while, so here come the liquors Now you tryna find a new high, that supplies you a new lie You know something subtle that’ll do enough to get by That’s where music comes in, it saved my life I use writing like a virtue that i treat like a vice I can’t help it, it gives me the same feeling as rolling dice That lucky seven or eleven, got me feeling nice And i bet i hit it twice Like how lighting strikes this earth And i’m deep in my bag like a hairpin in her purse And i’m too cool, so how could i ever skirt And i’m spazzin' too so excuse me if i blurt And she think i’m cute, so excuse her if she flirt And all my exes want me back, that gotta hurt But it’s on to the next, i stomp when i step No subtweetin' so when i speak it’s direct Always giving my all, i record then i rest If you got a problem with me talk to god and be blessed Amen Woo Amen Amen