Lil Wayne - Amen lyrics

(Raj Smooth) Yeah The greatest DJ Yeah In the world (Ooh, boy) Yes! (We about to say a prayer for all our loved ones) I'mma call this one Real Rap (Anybody you lost, put 'em on yo heart) Because this rap is real (light it up for 'em) Ya know? I hope you ain't too tired to cry And I hope you know you ain't never too live to die, heh Listen.. I grew up where the people call them people on us Think we slangin, but we just got beepers on us Grinding all day like we got sleep insomnia Living like the videos, write a treatment on us Stuck in the hood like they poured cement on us Ghetto bird still sh**in on us Government still quittin on us Lost a few homies and the grief's still sittin on us So we got their names written on us White folks still spittin on us And them b**ha** police K9's teeth still grittin on us But we smoke, ashes still gettin on us Older b**hes still hittin on us I remember well.. Beezy rolled a L Beezy ain't here Where's Beezy at? Beezy got k**ed ...and that was my n***a I go way back with my n***a But I know that's how it happened, my n***a sh** is much deeper then this rappin, my n***a But now they all rappin, my n***as So now I must make it happen So I'mma play the captain Sailboat flappin, my n***a No fingers, I'm snappin Happy for my n***a lil Tagus Cause even though we couldn't The Lord saved him Last time we seen him was when Katrina hated Sh, found his body like a month later Rest in peace, boy He was a East boy And so was Wessy West He was a good n***a So I know he blessed And his daughter is a princess This sh** is harder than a bench press But I'mma keep goin And I swear I got a lump in my throat But I'mma keep on pumpin the flow So if I cry don't stop the beat I feel like my heart just stopped a beat My n***a lil Derek was quick to cop a key Either that or load the gat and go pop a G And because of that He's just a name in a rhyme of mine I pray his family and his momma's fine So much sh** just sit on this mind of mine I think about it all the time I drink about it all the time I smoke back to back Cause if my thoughts got to me, I'd be in this rap Or I'd be in the can Thank God I had dreams of being the man Yeah And f** a man with a badge Cause he ain't sh** to a man on the edge The 5-0 k**ed Naudy, good boy dead Man, you woulda thought they k**ed cornbread Shot him up, face down on the lawn Not to mention, wit his handcuffs on Not to mention, they had plain-clothes on And the complaint goes on... But nobody do nothing about it The jail house and the morgue is too f**ing crowded And hate is at an all time high Everybody gotta hate, it's like a f**in iPod sh**, and they tried to burn my Phantom up But I got my gun license, haha I got my hammers up I'm ready to shoot like a camera Stay still motherf**er I'mma have to write my will this summer Cause if they don't k** me I'mma k** this summer Yeah And you can put that on my late father Or my late grandmother, Miss Mercedes Carter Or my grandfather, Larry Balsock The old man hustled til his heart stopped And all I know of my real Pops is that he had money No bank account, that brown paper bag money Yeah, he might hit me off with a little brag money But the n***a still wouldn't be a dad for me But look how I turned out, I hope he glad for me But that's why when I see him I acts mad funny Cause he's a joke to me Don't message, don't call, don't talk to me It's just me and my momma How it suppose to be And I make sure she paid like she wrote for me And I know she gets all hope from me And I don't never wanna see her mope for me Hopefully! But truthfully There is a day that's due for me But we gon' pray that it's as far as the future sees You are listening to the future Weez-y F. Baby Amen [DJ Raj Smooth:] Rest in peace to my cousin Kim Carbo My n***a Vick, Rest in peace lil Harold Shoutout to my n***a Steveland, rest in peace pimp Quiet Storm in the building