Lil Wayne — Amen

[Intro: Lil Wayne & (DJ Raj Smoove)] Raj Smoove (Yeah) The greatest DJ in the world (Yeah) Ooh boy (Yes!) We about to say a prayer for all our loved ones I'mma call this one "Real Rap" Anybody you lost, put 'em on your heart Because this rap is real, you know? Light it up for 'em I hope you ain't too tired to cry And I hope you know You ain't never too alive to die, heh [Verse: Lil Wayne] Listen, I grew up where the people call them people on us Think we slangin', but we just got beepers on us Grindin' all day like we got sleep insomnia Living like the videos, write a treatment on us Stuck in the hood like they poured cement on us Ghetto bird still shittin' on us Government still quittin' on us Lost a few homies, and the grief's still sittin' on us So we got their names written on us White folks still spittin' on us And them bitchass police K9's teeth still grittin' on us But we smoke, ashes still gettin' on us Older bitches still hittin' on us I remember well, Beezy rolled a L Beezy ain't here — Where's Beezy at? Beezy got killed And that was my nigga, I go way back with my nigga But I know that's how it happened, my nigga Shit is much deeper than this rappin', my nigga But now they all rappin', my niggas So now I must make it happen So I'mma play the captain, sailboat flappin', my nigga No fingers, I'm snappin' Happy for my nigga Lil Tagus 'Cause even though we couldn't, the Lord saved him Last time we seen him was when Katrina hated Shit, found his body like a month later Rest in peace, boy He was a East boy, and so was Wessy West He was a good nigga, so I know he blessed And his daughter is a princess This shit is harder than a bench press But I'mma keep goin' And I swear I got a lump in my throat But I'mma keep on pumpin' the flow So if I cry, don't stop the beat I feel like my heart just stopped a beat My nigga Lil Derek was quick to cop a ki Either that or load the gat and go pop a G And because of that he's just a name in a rhyme of mine I pray his family and his momma's fine So much shit just sit on this mind of mine I think about it all the time, I drink about it all the time I smoke back to back 'Cause if my thoughts got to me, I'd be in this rap Or I'd be in the can Thank God I had dreams of being the man Yeah, and fuck a man with a badge 'Cause he ain't shit to a man on the edge The 5-0 killed Naudy, good boy dead Man, you would've thought they killed cornbread Shot him up, face down on the lawn Not to mention, with his handcuffs on Not to mention, they had plain-clothes on And the complaint goes on But nobody do nothing about it The jail house and the morgue is too fuckin' crowded And hate is at an all time high Everybody gotta hate, it's like a fuckin' iPod Shit, and they tried to burn my Phantom up But I got my gun license, haha, I got my hammers up I'm ready to shoot like a camera — Stay still motherfucker I'mma have to write my will this summer 'Cause if they don't kill me, I'mma kill this summer Yeah, and you can put that on my late Father Or my late Grandmother, Miss Mercedes Carter Or my Grandfather, Larry Balsock The old man hustled 'til his heart stopped And all I know of my real Pops is that he had money No bank account, that brown paper bag money Yeah, he might hit me off with a little brag money But the nigga still wouldn't be a dad for me But look how I turned out, I hope he glad for me But that's why when I see him I acts mad funny 'Cause he's a joke to me Don't message, don't call, don't talk to me It's just me and my mama, how it's supposed to be And I make sure she paid like she wrote for me And I know she gets all hope from me And I don't ever wanna see her mope for me Hopefully, but, truthfully There is a day that's due for me But we gon' pray that it's as far as the future sees You are listening to the future Weezy F. Baby Amen [Outro: DJ Raj Smoove] Rest in peace to my cousin Kim Carbo My nigga Vick Rest in peace lil' Harold Shoutout to my nigga Steveland! Rest in peace, pimp Quiet Storm in the building