Amen (feat. Klow)

Roll up to the party with the gas pack Dressed up in the hoodie and you know I'm rocking full black Cool Jack I'm the Tommy Pickles lead the crew to get the nickels While we rippin' instrumentals Rappin shit is getting simple I'm the nigga who be flying with his eyes out Pass the food, drinking hella liquor when we dine out I'm alive now see it's ight now Legend on arrival, keep on making music til they put it on a vinyl Oh damn girl, how you drop it to the floor Be so careful if you wanna make it home Poppin' sippin' on patron, I'm a don like Corleone Hella numbers on your phone but I'm just tryna make you known (Uh) She like to make her money on repeat She cuttin' off the niggas 'cause they leech The pussy it be glowing every week You talking shit you losing hella teeth Say the prayer it's like amen Run the digits up and count it like I'm Rain Man Throw it up then I make her do the rain dance In the tuck like I keep it in the waistband On the other side is where they chose where they stand Well on this side we just tryna stay alive And on this side we just really wanna rise M.O.B. up in yo system like we fucking spies Yeah I go crazy on crazy Jumping off the deep end yeah I know they wanna make me Get this shit legit until they never can mistake me In my shoes? Nah you could never lace these In a bigger size by the time you get inside Coming for they neck and I don't know if they can stay alive If ya soul is in my palm then I guess I decide Rolling problems up the only thing that make em hide (Yeah)