Текст песни: Amen (Intro) + перевод

Turbulence is the price You pay for flyin' high

Through all the hell and high water You kept us

You brought us to this point

Regardless of what we had to deal with

Because You love us so much

Now bless each and every one of us

Keep all of us in Your love and care (CyHi!)

Amen

From where the gangstas die young and the rats die faster

So when my shooter spread, this MAC lives shatter

Ridin' 'round like, «Who gives a fuck if Black Lives Matter?»

Wash the blood off his hands then get baptized after

I’m the new testament, the last five chapters

And God said He would come back by rapture

The Lord even lets me lie by the pastures

So I never told the truth to the plain clothes

This a flashback of bullet holes in my Durango

Better have a raincoat if we ever see them bastards

Mix the pink sleeping pills with the powder in the sifter

Steppin' on the dope like an Alpha Phi Alpha

My bitch screamin' «Skee-wee», all about the cream and wheat

Tailor made nigga, everything ain’t what it seem to be

Triple beam dreams, niggas Martin Luther King a key

Me and 'Ye feel like Jay and Memphis Bleek to me

The only difference is it cost a little more to speak to me

Around here it cost 100 for a meet and greet

Varsity in two sports, my reputation preceded me

But the trunk Pac-10 so I never played collegiately

BIG 12-gauge to WAC a nigga in the SEC

And that’s a second, my mind’s a MAC-11

I might not hit nothing but y’all know that I was present

See me and a bear in the woods then help the bear then

Huh, my life is Leonardo in The Revenant

Listenin' to lead playin', I ain’t talkin' Zeppelin

Boston George before we got the blow, I’m out here Johnny Depp’n

The only thing that police gon' find on me is a weapon

Blessings, never believe in luck

Read the signs at the lake, it told you, «Don't feed the ducks»

So keep it up (huh) and you’ll be back to sellin' cuties

In the hood you get shot or you go out like Fela Kuti

Amen

Let the church say amen, let this urge every man

From the curb to the pen

From a bird to a ten, 'til bullets burn through your skin

To a hearse from a Benz

Let the church say amen, every curse, every sin

Every smirk, every grin

Every verse, every friend, follow every word in this hymn

'Til the Earth’s very end, let the church say amen

Huh, yeah, fist fights with a murderer

I had to let him win cause if I didn’t, he the type to come back and murder ya

Take ya somewhere and bury ya

I was barely seventeen, rollin' with some killers that was 30 plus

Shoulda left these niggas earlier (huh)

But I was broke as fuck in the street, I was tryna get me a burger, bruh

Plus the bag they was servin' us

I would break a quarter pound to seven grams, off a Vick I could get thirty

bucks

Fuck being conservative, I was tryna serve it up

Stir it up, rather sell a bird than be a burglar

A third of us, ridin' 'round tryin' find a purchaser

With my lil' Spanish chick, used her as my interpreter

For some years I haven’t heard from her

That was my lil' sweetie pie, can’t believe I deserted her

She used to let me hide my weed in the furniture

But I had to leave cause only good deed she was worthy of

The story of a journeyer, who made it out the wilderness

No feelings 'cause I met a lot of villains on my pilgrimage

God told me, «Son, never settle like the pilgrims did»

So I bought a convertible, I don’t know where the ceiling is

I’m here to restore the pillages of villages

I brought enough food for thought to feed a million kids

How a young nigga come up with this brilliant shit

Who you think built the pyramids? Huh, amen

May the church say amen, let this urge every man

From the curb to the pen

From a bird to a ten, 'til bullets burn through your skin

To a hearse from a Benz

Let the church say amen, every curse, every sin

Every smirk, every grin

Every verse, every friend, follow every word in this hymn

'Til the Earth’s very end, may the church say amen

Yeah, thou (one!) shall not, see a cell block

And not have no paper stashed so he could bail out

Never (two!) sell rocks on a Sunday

Yeah I know the streets is cold but nigga Hell’s hot

All this (three!) spiritual warfare’s got me shell-shocked

Ye should never tell just to avoid a jail cot, huh

(Four!) And this is for you male thots, huh

Real men should help with the bills if you livin' at your female’s spot

(Five!) Thou shall not steal, not even from the rich

But the plug you tryna run up on should front a brick

(Six!) Thou shall not kill cause everyone exists

For a reason but I still keep a hundred sticks

(Seven!) Promise this, ye will always be truthful

Never pick sides, ye should always think neutral

(Eight!) The next commandment I’m 'bout to bring is crucial

Thou shall never misuse friends, ye should make themselves useful

(Nine!) Thou shall not seek nobody else approval

Ye who is frugal, being broke is youthful, huh

(Ten!) But even Adam was at Christian Louboutin

And bought Eve a pair then ye shall always be fruitful

(Eleven!) And we keep banana clips, devil we rebuke you

You can only be the chosen one if you choose to

(Twelve!) Huh, take care of ya family and your crew too

And may thou life be beautiful, amen