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Amazin'
Young Jeezy Lyrics


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Yeah
Can you please motherfuckin' rise
For the national motherfuckin' trap-star anthem
Lets go

[Chorus]
Cause bitch I'm amazin'
Look what I'm blazin'
Eyes so low
Yea I look like an Asian
Forever Thuggin'
Forever Thuggin'
Haters run they mouth
They ain't talkin' bout nothin'
Cause Bitch I'm amazin'
Look what I'm blazin'
Eyes so low
Yea I look like an Asian
Forever Thuggin'
Forever Thuggin'
Haters run they mouth
They ain't talkin' bout nothin'
Cause Bitch I'm amazin'

Closed door armor
Lookin' like its miller times
Sixty Seven diamond chain
Who he think he Busta Rhymes
Bitch I bust a lot of rhymes
Could of done a lot of time
And I ain't never snorted shit
Put it all up on the line
Got a lot up on my mind
Got a lot up on my plate
Gotta feed my hood
So I'm up and down the interstate
The streets need a nigga
So I'm in and out that vocal booth
Hoes love a nigga
Cause I'm in and out they yellow coupe
But nothin' but banana split
Say that I'm her favorite
If you can take a lot of dick
I can talk a lot of shit
Go on baby swag it up
Show them haters who your with
Bring you want that gangster shit
Who you niggas fuckin' with

[Chorus]

First I sold two mill
Then I sold another one
Told them if you pay for three
That I will front another one
Told them if they give me this
Then ill record another one
But if you can not give me that
Ain't no sense in callin' back
Fuck you think they sell me for
Fuck you think they find me at
Damn right American
I'm gonna need a bigger hat
Close your eyes imagine this
Gonna need a bigger safe
I got bills up in that bitch
That bitch stacked up since 98
Let em talk
Let em hate
Watch them lick the navigate
If you touch em
Wipe em off
Bring a brush
Then take em off
I can make an avalanche
And I ain't talkin' Chevy trucks
Call me Georgia lottery
Cause I'll be talkin' mega bucks

[Chorus]

Must of spent ten grand
To make they coupe stand taller
First round draft pick
Yea I'm mother fuckin' baller
Just right your number down
Baby girl I might call ya
If she give it to me now
She wont live to see tomorrow
And if she playin' wit it
She wont make it through the night
Before the song with Kanye
I had my money right
Used to call me vice grips
Yea I get my money tight
Now its time to re up
Then I make my money white
You can catch me at my jewel
Yea I like my money bright
You can find me at the lot
Yea I like my money fast
Two hundred on the gas
Two hundred on the dash
Yea I'm spendin' all money
Now I'm livin' in the past

[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

In "Amazin'" by Young Jeezy, he raps about his accomplishments and success in the trap music scene. The song is an anthem celebrating his status as a "national motherfuckin' trap-star." Jeezy raps about how amazing he is and brags about his chain, rhymes, and skills. He mentions his ability to make money and his confidence in his skills as a rapper, stating he could talk a lot of shit and make an avalanche. He also discusses his love for fast cars, expensive jewelry, and fast money.


Jeezy's lyrics often glamorize the trap lifestyle and the power that comes with money and success. The use of profanity and slang throughout the song reinforces the rugged image of the trap culture. Additionally, Jeezy talks about his status as a thug and how he forever will be thuggin'.


One interpretation of the song is that Jeezy is claiming his spot at the top of the trap game and solidifying his position as a leader in the industry. The song is a tribute to the hustle and the grind that comes with being a successful trap artist.


Line by Line Meaning

Cause bitch I'm amazin'
I'm an amazing rapper and you should recognize my talent


Look what I'm blazin'
Pay attention to the expensive things I'm wearing and using


Eyes so low Yea I look like an Asian
I'm high on drugs and my eyes are squinted, making me look like I'm Asian


Forever Thuggin'
I'm always living the hard and dangerous lifestyle of a thug


Haters run they mouth They ain't talkin' bout nothin'
My haters talk a lot of nonsense and don't have anything substantial to say


Closed door armor Lookin' like its miller times
I'm wearing expensive and flashy jewelry, similar to the Miller Brewing Company logo


Sixty Seven diamond chain Who he think he Busta Rhymes
My diamond chain has 67 diamonds and people are comparing me to the rapper Busta Rhymes


Bitch I bust a lot of rhymes Could of done a lot of time And I ain't never snorted shit Put it all up on the line
I'm a skilled rapper and I could have been in jail for my illegal activities, but I've never done drugs and put my all into my music


Got a lot up on my mind Got a lot up on my plate Gotta feed my hood So I'm up and down the interstate
I have a lot of responsibilities and pressures to succeed, so I travel around to make money for my community


The streets need a nigga So I'm in and out that vocal booth Hoes love a nigga Cause I'm in and out they yellow coupe
The people and women in my community need my music, so I'm always in the recording studio and driving around in a yellow car that attracts attention


But nothin' but banana split Say that I'm her favorite If you can take a lot of dick I can talk a lot of shit
Women enjoy having sex with me and consider me their favorite, and I'm also good at talking trash


Go on baby swag it up Show them haters who your with Bring you want that gangster shit Who you niggas fuckin' with
Show off your confidence and style to the haters and let them know who you're affiliated with, and also warn others to not mess with us


First I sold two mill Then I sold another one Told them if you pay for three That I will front another one Told them if they give me this Then ill record another one But if you can not give me that Ain't no sense in callin' back
I've sold millions of records and am willing to continue doing so for those who fund my music, but won't waste my time with those who can't meet my terms


Fuck you think they sell me for Fuck you think they find me at Damn right American I'm gonna need a bigger hat
I'm valuable to those who market and promote me, and I've become very successful as an American rapper


Close your eyes imagine this Gonna need a bigger safe I got bills up in that bitch That bitch stacked up since 98
I have so much money that I need a bigger safe to store it all, and I've had this money for a long time


Let em talk Let em hate Watch them lick the navigate If you touch em Wipe em off Bring a brush Then take em off
I don't care about my haters and let them say what they want, and if they touch me I'll clean them off


I can make an avalanche And I ain't talkin' Chevy trucks Call me Georgia lottery Cause I'll be talkin' mega bucks
I can make a huge amount of money very quickly, and people compare me to the Georgia Lottery because of my wealth


Must of spent ten grand To make they coupe stand taller First round draft pick Yea I'm mother fuckin' baller
I spent a lot of money to customize my luxury car, and I'm successful and wealthy like a top athlete


Just right your number down Baby girl I might call ya If she give it to me now She wont live to see tomorrow And if she playin' wit it She wont make it through the night Before the song with Kanye I had my money right
I'm a ladies' man and if a woman gives me her number, she might get a chance to be with me, but if she plays games, she'll regret it. I was wealthy even before my collaboration with Kanye West


Used to call me vice grips Yea I get my money tight Now its time to re up Then I make my money white
People used to call me 'vice grips' because I was good at managing money, but now I need to earn more money and make it 'white' or clean


You can catch me at my jewel Yea I like my money bright You can find me at the lot Yea I like my money fast Two hundred on the gas Two hundred on the dash Yea I'm spendin' all money Now I'm livin' in the past
I like to show off my expensive watches and jewelry and also drive fast, luxury cars, even if it means spending all my money and living in the past


Cause bitch I'm amazin'
I'm an amazing rapper and you should recognize my talent




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: CHRISTOPHER JAMES GHOLSON, JAY JENKINS

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