Amen
Lil' Wayne & Young Money Lyrics

Yeah, yeah
Yes, indeed

Yes
That's right

I'mma call this one, real rap
I'm going to label this song as authentic rap

Because this rap is real, ya know?
Because this rap is genuine, you know?

I hope you ain't too tired to cry
I hope you're still capable of feeling emotions

And I hope you know you ain't never too live to die
And I hope you understand that no matter how vibrant you feel, death is inevitable

Listen
Pay attention

I grew up where them people called them people on us
I grew up in a neighborhood where outsiders labeled us as criminals

Think we slangin', but we just got beepers on us
They assume we're involved in illegal drug trade, but we're just carrying pagers

Grindin' all day like we got sleep insomnia
Working tirelessly as if we suffer from chronic sleeplessness

Livin' like the videos write a treatment on us
Living our lives as if they were being scripted like music videos

Stuck in the hood like they poured cement on us
Trapped in the neighborhood as if it were impossible to escape

Ghetto birds still shittin' on us, government still quittin' on us
Police helicopters still surveilling us, and the government still neglecting us

Lost a few homies and the grief still sittin' on us
Having lost some friends, the pain and sorrow still weigh heavily on us

So we got their names writtin' on us
We honor their memory by tattooing their names on our bodies

White folks still spittin' on us
White people still disrespecting us

And them bitch ass police canines, teeth still grittin' on us
And those cowardly police dogs still growling and threatening us

But we smoke, ashes still gettin' on us
But despite everything, we still smoke marijuana and ash falls upon us

All the bitches still hittin' on us
All the women still showing interest in us

I remember well, Beezy roll a L
I remember clearly when Beezy rolled a blunt

Beezy ain't here. Where's Beezy at? Beezy got killed
But Beezy isn't around. Where is he? Beezy was murdered

And that was my nigga, I go way back wit my nigga
And he was my close friend, we had a long history together

But I know that's how it happened my nigga
But I know that's how it played out, my friend

Shit is much deeper than this rappin' my nigga
The situation is far more profound than just rap, my friend

But now they all rappin', my niggas, so now I must make it happen
But now everyone is pursuing a career in rap, so now I have to succeed

So I'mma play the captain, sail boat flappin' my nigga
So I'll take charge, navigating through challenges

No fingas I'm snappin', happy for my nigga Lil' Tiggas
I'm expressing my excitement for my friend Lil' Tiggas

'Cause even though we couldn't, The Lord saved him
Because despite our inability to save him, The Lord protected him

Last time we seen him was when Katrina hated
The last time we saw him was during the time when Hurricane Katrina caused destruction

Found his body like a month later, rest in peace boy
His lifeless body was discovered about a month later, may he rest in peace

He was a East boy, and so was Wesy West
He was from the East side, and so was Wesy West

He was a good nigga, so I know he blessed
He was a genuinely good person, so I believe he is blessed

And his daughter is a princess
And his daughter is treated like royalty

This shit is harder than a bench press
This situation is more difficult than lifting weights on a bench

But I'mma keep goin', and I swear I got a lump in my throat
But I will continue moving forward, even though I feel a lump in my throat

But I'mma keep on pumpin' the flow
But I will continue delivering my rap skills

So if I cry don't stop the beat
So if I shed tears, don't let it affect the rhythm of the song

I feel like my heart just stopped the beat
I feel like my heart has momentarily halted the rhythm

My nigga Lil' Derrick is quick to cop a key
My friend Lil' Derrick is quick to purchase illegal drugs

Either that or load the gat and go pop a G
Either that or load the gun and go kill someone

And because of that he's just a name in a rhyme of mine
And because of his actions, he's just mentioned in one of my lines

I pray his family and his mama's fine
I pray that his family and his mother are doing well

So much shit just sit on this mind of mine
So many thoughts weigh heavily on my mind

I think about it all the time
I constantly dwell on it

I drink about it all the time
I resort to alcohol to cope with it

I smoke back to back
I continuously smoke cigarettes or marijuana

'Cause if my thoughts got to me I'd be in this rap
Because if my thoughts consumed me, I would be confined to expressing them through music

Or I'd be in the can, thank God I had dreams of being the man
Or I would be in prison, but luckily I had aspirations of success

And fuck a man with a badge
And I have no respect for a man with a police badge

'Cause he ain't shit to a man on the edge
Because he is insignificant to a person who is on the brink of desperation

The five-o killed Naughty, good boy dead
The police killed Naughty, a well-behaved individual now deceased

Man you woulda thought they killed Corn Bread
It's as if they killed an innocent person named Corn Bread

Shot 'em up face down on the lawn
They shot Naughty while he was lying face down on the grass

Not to mention with his handcuffs on
Furthermore, he was still handcuffed

Not to mention they had plain clothes on
Additionally, the officers were undercover

And the complaint goes on
And the complaint against the police continues

But nobody do nothin' 'bout it
But nobody takes any action to address the issue

The jailhouse and the morgue is too fuckin' crowded
The prisons and the morgues are overcrowded

And haters at an all time high
And the number of haters is currently at its peak

Everybody gotta hate, just like a fuckin' iPod
Everyone seems to possess hatred, just like owning an iPod

Shit and they tried to burn my Phantom up
And they attempted to set my luxury car on fire

But I got my gun license, I got my hammers up
But I obtained a license for my firearm, and I'm prepared for any threats

I'm ready to shoot like a camera
I'm prepared to fire my gun just like a camera captures images

Stay still mothafucka I'mma have to write my will this summer
Don't move, my friend, I might have to prepare my last testament soon

'Cause if they don't kill me, I'mma kill this summer
Because if they don't assassinate me, I will dominate this summer in terms of success

And you can put that on my late father
And you can trust in this statement as a promise to my deceased father

Or my late grandmother, Ms. Mercedes Carter
Or my deceased grandmother, Ms. Mercedes Carter

Or my grandfather Larry Bosock
Or my late grandfather, Larry Bosock

The old man hustle 'till his heart stopped
The old man worked hard until his heart eventually gave out

And all I know 'bout my real pops is that he had money
All I know about my biological father is that he had wealth

No bank account, that brown paper bag money
He didn't have a bank account, he handled cash discreetly in brown paper bags

Yeah he might hit me off wit a little brag money
Yeah, he might occasionally give me some money to show off

But the nigga still wouldn't be a dad for me
But that man still wouldn't fulfill the role of a father in my life

But look how I turned out I hope he glad for me
But considering how I've grown, I hope he feels proud of me

But that's why when I see him I acts mad funny
That's why when I see him, I behave strangely

'Cause he's a joke to me
Because I consider him to be a laughingstock

Don't message, don't call, don't talk to me
Don't send me messages, don't call me, don't speak to me

It's just me and my mama how it's suppose to be
It's just me and my mother, as it should be

And I make sure she paid like she rode for me
And I ensure she is financially supported for the sacrifices she made for me

And I know she gets all hope for me
And I know she has high expectations for my future

And I don't ever want to see her mope for me
And I never want to witness her feeling down because of me

Hopefully, but truthfully there is a day that's due for me
Hopefully, but in reality, there is a day of reckoning reserved for me

But we gone pray it's as far as the future sees
But we will pray that it's in the distant future

You are listenin' to the future Weezy F. Baby
You are currently hearing the future version of Weezy F. Baby

Amen
So be it