Mac Miller - Amen lyrics

[Produced by Larry Fisherman] [Verse 1: Da$H] (Sparking and exhaust tear, yeah so) f** you and everything you f**ing represent (You know the rest n***a) You piece of sh** I mean it Swim in Fallopian's of Ethiopian women The wheels are spinning, moon is glistening, view exquisite Now viewing witness, a youth that's twisted Off purple liquid made to cure the sickness Feel like my vision took a pitch shift Smoking that Samson got me lifted I'm the one who gave your girl cousin them d** Your little brother's plug, spit inside your mother's mug Take her finest bottle, pour the liquor out for all my one's above The last shot is for the homie's locked Lit the crop, hit the lot Double spin into the Guinness drop, pull off in fourth gear Put it in park, the who*es, they see me, say the laws here My voice is hoarse from them 'Ports dear Over here we don't support fear Road to the riches and the course clear I'm riding 'til the tires sparking and exhaust tear, it's on, yeah Yeah so, n***a [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] We couldn't come up with a hook so we gon' just use this I don't like ad-libs Amen Actavis in cactus cooler I bit the Apple on the Mac computer, you a loser There ain't a subject I can't tackle, either now or sooner Ain't got no shoulder pads, but collateral pa** to her Running back, running rap, I bet you wish she knew ya' Black Lip Pastor, hallelujah (Soulo, Soulo) Soulo in this ho, that mean this church up in this b**h Gave her a sermon then I hit, God I'm an entity into titties, a fat a**, some clean p**y, and some good weed Knowledge and wisdom in abundance, infinite energy And I'll be sure to write night and day, literally Deadline snapback, Backwoods in my backpack Xan with that lean n***a, sh** you never seen n***a Put that on my team n***a, 3 i's, you see me bruh Careful, you know the game's T-D-E, us Amen [Verse 3: Vince Staples] I heard they out there praying for the d**h of me I been down to knock, it's my destiny I been round the block, it's no testing me We been ran the north, it's no extra key So whatchu' got on lock my n***a? I tried to tell him, they ain't gon' get it I been prolific, been on this sh** You can check mo millie, that was like 08's You n***as ain't no factors, just come around cause we ain't no actors It's no scenes cut, just checks Don't want 25, but I'll take my time If a n***a come around, tryna take what's mine Tryna take my life? good luck with that We got guns for that, you not coming back I got Fade in the bushes, lurking & looking Bout' that life, don't get your's took quick Just a story of some kids left stranded Couple of the homies and a couple automatics Come to the hood, get a good pack out Tombstone read RIP, with your hood whacked out You know what he about, at Ramona Park 'til after dark They drain they pool, we swam with sharks We shooting fools off 7th street You make the bed in which you sleep I stay awake like visiting dead With the hammer sitting indiscreet, in the streets [Verse 4: RetcH] (So sinister, so sinister, so sinister, the lone visitor) Lo God n***a, coming through your motherf**ing speakers b**h a** n***a Sold d** in your granny building, in front the children A piece of sh**, I'll be considered the most Baby hen on the dinner plate, I start the meal with a toast Three a**orted cheeses, they garnish the loaf Cut the slices even Distribute them to my a**emblage of these f**ing heathens A bunch of demons in these Polo fleeces I clutch the reefers and evade polices I burn the Priest and vanish in the breezes I talk to Jesus, reconsidered features Rain dance on black sanded beaches Pick from the tree that bare the fruit of peaches Slaying these skeezers and then feel the Eden These backwoods got me with the heavy breathing Connecting Venus and the sh** the cheapest I hit the party with the Sherm perm, ear-rings look like strobe lights I cop the gold fish platforms for the cold price Hop out the V in all sequence, b**h is Swedish Suede Fedora, yeah my sh** the meanest, you need it And I'm the founder of the sh** On the forty-sixth floor, eating flounder with the shrimp Got a awfully thick splore and I just pound her with the dick Get the dope from out abroad, destroy the county with the sh** Piece of sh** records, where dreams come true You saying f** me? nah, f** you And f** your moms and 'em Go f** your Aunts daughter You piece of sh**, you're disgusting, I hate you