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Amen
1,172
Hip-Hop
Amen was released on March 11, 2022 by GOOD$ENSE / Babygrande Records, Inc. as a part of the album Never Question God
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Release DateMarch 11, 2022
LabelGOOD$ENSE / Babygrande Records, Inc.
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM64

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Roddy
Young Roddy
Performer
Iceberg Black
Iceberg Black
Performer
Roderick Brisco
Roderick Brisco
Rap
Michael Render
Michael Render
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Roderick Brisco
Roderick Brisco
Songwriter
Michael Render
Michael Render
Songwriter
Tesfa Botus
Tesfa Botus
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Iceberg Black
Iceberg Black
Producer

Lyrics

Amen, my ****
Amen, my ****
Fuck up the count, you count it again
Free all my **** that stuck in the pen
Fuck up the money, they spending the Ben
Fresh out the gutter like how you get rich
Can't fuck with snakes, that's how you get bit
Stay out the field, that's how you get hit
Pushing that work, that's how I get fit
Sell out that work, then do it again
She said I'm a dog, it is what it is
If you ever cross me, I ain't forget
Took a few L's, took that on the chin
But, bitch, I'm a champ, I know how to win
My **** relapsed, getting loaded again
He thinking he Tony, he treating his nose
Bitch, I'm a king with a mouth full of golds
We flushing that work if they kick in the door
I got the power like Tommy and Ghost
Might break down a brick and go buy me a boat
Good in the hood, they call me the GOAT
But all the D-Boys, they call me the truth
Oh, that's your girl, she calling me cute
Oh, that's your girl, she calling me cute
Felling like Q, bitch, I got the juice
I'm feeling like Bishop when I got the tool
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Empty the clip on them monkey ****
From a city where they put your face on a shirt
Empty the clip on them monkey ****
From a city where they put your boy in a hearse
I'm tryna see heaven on earth
I'm tryna get what I'm worth
I deserve it, I come from the dirt
Check my Air Forces, they all full of dirt
I'm tryna hit me a lick, or hit for a brick, whatever come first
To my **** who popping them Percs
And moving that work, I pray that shit work
I pray that it work, on my life, man, I pray that shit work
Move your mama from out of the ghetto (Amen, my ****)
Bail your brother from out of the slammer (Amen, my ****)
Help your homie get back on his feet (Amen, my ****)
Get rich and give back to the streets (Amen, my ****)
Sipping on lean, dressed in Supreme
Pills making money, but coke is still king
I get her high, excitement and running
I keep a eye, indictments is coming
I might be smiling, ain't nothing funny
I got the prof fucking my money
Business is business, and bullshit is bullshit
And you, ****, mix 'em too much
Telling you listen and keep pay attention
'Cause these **** snitching too much
Game is a shame, nah, game is the same
Real **** snitched on by lame
Money and fame, that was a young **** aim
Now I don't see it the same
These are the rules of the game
You should be cool and act lame
You should be rich and play broke
Gotta be wise and let them think you foolish
Then you pull up in the newest of new shit
This is a S63, ain't nothing rented, my G
Nothing fugazi 'bout me
These bitches crazy 'bout me
These bitches lazy, my G
And I won't give 'em a fuck
I play Too Short in my truck
Play Bun 'n' Pimp in the Imp
But I will not play a simp
Burning my hemp
Standing on corners with Glock and the clip on my hip
High as a rocketing ship
I am a prophet with gift
Bitch, I'm the man, I'm the man
I had to hang with the grams and Saran through the land
Bitch, I'm the Wizard of Oz
I got the money, the power, the pussy, the cost
Amen, my ****
Amen, my ****
Amen, my ****
Amen, my ****
Written by: Michael Render, Roderick Brisco, Tesfa Botus
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