KeY Wane - Amen Freestyle lyrics

(Intro: Chubby Jag) There's a lot of Crip n***as in the building, amen There's a lot of Blood n***as in the building, amen There's a lot of ratchet hoes in the building, amen There's a lot of thug n***as in the building We make it light up, (yea) like a, we make it light up like a church (Huh) we make it light up like a church, (Chubby) we make it light up like a church (Verse 1: Chubby Jag) Middle finger snapped and my bag already, funny how I got these n***as mad already You are not that sick, I'd pop that chick You would never f** a b**h I'd had already Before I met Ca**, had cash already Before I turned Chubby, I was Jag already Can't wait for the day when a n***a get fans, you mean to tell me all that pa**ed already I don't know who f** around me and my sh**, I go to bed rooted just me and my clip Two seater whip, with the heat on my right And my 2Pac back, just me and my b**h Understand, Comprende? Squeeze off till it's empty, find out where his kid stay By the block holmes, calling me Dikembe, Real NBA n***as calling me MJ I'm still round, cause I've been here No D round, no hood round Still yelling out that we in here, If I play here I'm gon' win here, I got the whip So I got the chips, I got the fists Big Poppa sh**, I got the licks So I got the bricks, Holmes One word and I got the b**h, Chubby yup Problems with me that K sparking, Roll around with them big faces I'm talking way before J. Harden, Can't lose I got chippers on it, good girls And them strippers on it, I k** tracks This beat need to be in them trash bags with the zipper on it Stunt hard when I roll past, n***a just want that cold cash That 80's money, that old cash No young money for my old a**, It's Larsiny it's our year now Holmes, full speed, them gears down I'm yelling out amen, Holmes Gotta thank the Lord that we here now, You beating me f** is you trying, I'm riding out in that coupe flying Use to smoke like Snoop Dogg, now we smoking up like Snoop Lion Got a bad b**h, send the most texts, I'm on that p**y Cold text, f** everyday Cause a n***a gotta make up for all the years I got no s** I'm on now, still I'm so next In 4 years got no checks, Holmes Next year if I ain't on that jet, walk around like Coach Rex Real street, n***as hate then they feel heat I'm so wrong, I smoke dro, I sell d** And I k** beats. Amen