Amen Freestyle

(Intro: Chubby Jag) There's a lot of Crip niggas in the building, amen There's a lot of Blood niggas in the building, amen There's a lot of ratchet hoes in the building, amen There's a lot of thug niggas 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 niggas mad already You are not that sick, I'd pop that chick You would never fuck a bitch I'd had already Before I met Cass, had cash already Before I turned Chubby, I was Jag already Can't wait for the day when a nigga get fans, you mean to tell me all that passed already I don't know who fuck around me and my shit, 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 bitch Understand, Comprende? Squeeze off till it's empty, find out where his kid stay By the block holmes, calling me Dikembe, Real NBA niggas 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 shit, I got the licks So I got the bricks, Holmes One word and I got the bitch, 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 kill tracks This beat need to be in them trash bags with the zipper on it Stunt hard when I roll past, Nigga just want that cold cash That 80's money, that old cash No young money for my old ass, 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 Fuck 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 bitch, send the most texts, I'm on that pussy Cold text, fuck everyday Cause a nigga gotta make up for all the years I got no sex 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, niggas hate then they feel heat I'm so wrong, I smoke dro, I sell drugs And I kill beats. Amen