Intro:
    IAmn Godʼs hands (DmConductor)
    Be gratefAmul
    That He was Dmthere

Glory (Yeah)

    Iʼm Amout here on the road
    You can hear it in the Dmvoice (Glory)

Ah em, still get this shit off, though
    AmLook

DmThe money speakinʼ for itself, I call it fortune tell
AmFire top from a bitch that work at corporate sales
DmChinchilla ushanka, we skiinʼ out in Courchevel
AmBreakinʼ news, they tried to kill him, but the boy prevails

DmI leave for tour and my niggas fuckinʼ Go to jail
AmPreachinʼ to the dogs ʼbout wantinʼ more for themselves
DmItʼs weighinʼ heavy on my moral scale
Knowinʼ they Amgonʼ sell another citizen ʼcane, they think they Orson Welles

DmWalk in Chanel, they like, «How the fuck you need more Chanel?"
AmI got these cats tuckinʼ tails on fourth quarter sales
DmIʼm used to seeinʼ tears drop over enormous meals
AmThe restaurant clears out, faint echoes of Lauryn Hill

DmI say, «We gotta talk about us,» I feel like Jordan Peele
AmCould tell Iʼm gettinʼ under your skin like a orange peel
DmʼCause your words donʼt match your actions like a foreign film
AmAnd now itʼs silence in the Lambʼ like the horror film

DmThings get quiet after me statinʼ the obvious
AmThings get kinky after fifteen years of dominance
DmThat October sky is lookinʼ ominous
AmThe money is autonomous

Shoutʼ to Oliver North, he out in DmRome doinʼ Toronto shit
And Jeremiah the watchdog, you Amniggas know what time it is
Iʼm in and out of Houston Hobby Dmso much, Iʼm a hobbyist
Hoes waitinʼ on Cench in the Amlobby, that boy a lobbyist

Savage got a green card Dmstraight out of the consulate
Where I go, you go, Ambrother, we Yugoslavian
Formal is the dress code, Dmdawg, so many checks owed
I feel CzechosloAmvakian, nigga, what the fuck?

AmNah, Iʼm movinʼ different right now, for real, like
DmI feel like if Mike switched out the glove for the pen, like
AmThis shit just too enticing right now, you know?

Look

DmDiamonds Do the silly dance, AmI raise up the wine glass
Metal detectors beepinʼ and seDmcurity bypass
The numbers goinʼ up, soAmmeone pull up the line graph

The days are goinʼ by, itʼs like Iʼm Dmlivinʼ in time lapse
Been talkinʼ to Adel like Amhe majored in finance
Shania Twain, notepad, DmIʼm makinʼ it line dance
You tryna rob me, and itʼs Amgonʼ feel like you

sittinʼ at your favorite restaurant

ʼCause, nigga, Dmthatʼs where you dyinʼ at
Mob ties, I swear we like a Ambitch with fine sisters
and fine cousins, the family Dmall bad
Iʼm preachinʼ to the dawgs about cleaninʼ they Amimages

I swear Iʼm like a young T.D. Jakes to my Dmmenaces
Long kiss goodnight, PDA for my Amnemesis
Three hunnid acres, PGA on the Dmpremises
Thatʼs whatʼs really brackinʼ like this verse in paAmrentheses

Iʼm givinʼ hits to niggas on some, donʼt even mention it


Like, donʼt even worry about it, like
You can Dmhit me back whenever, or
Or donʼt, you Amknow?
It is what it is, I guDmess

Yeah, Bm
DmLook

You young boys take some of that money and Amset it aside
Not havinʼ enough to pay your tax is a Dmfederal crime
You niggas obsessed with me, and itʼs not on no Amhetero vibe
Handle beef so quiet, you think that Iʼm Dmlettinʼ it slide

Next thing you know, we tip toeinʼ past Amenemy lines
Diss me so long ago, we making your Dmmemories fly
Conspiracy theories start floatinʼ ʼround like the AmKennedy guy
Iʼll prolly hold a grudge against you guys ʼtil Iʼm Dmseventy five

Ayy, niggas lyinʼ for a livinʼ, I Amcouldnʼt relate
We all gotta lay in the bed we make, but that Dmcouldnʼt be Drake
You forced a lot of fake love when real ones Amstood in your face
Thatʼs why you got deserted by your niggas like Dmpuddinʼ and cake

I got you on camera bowinʼ down, but the Amfootage is safe
Thank God, another USB to Dmput in the safe
Thank God, at the crib, dippinʼ my Amfoot in the lake
I swear that yʼall turned me into the villain, I Dmcouldnʼt escape

Not sayinʼ Iʼm the best at what I do

AmIʼm just sayinʼ that itʼs me versus whoever wanna lose
Pick Dmany one of the Whoʼs Whos, I got .22s for Amnew crews
R.I.P. to the DJ from Houston, we Dmloose screws

Helicopters, cop lights, and news crews

AmNiggas steady cryinʼ to my daddy, well, Dmboo hoo
You prolly heard a lot about the boy, well, Amtrue, true, haha

(In Godʼs hands) Yeah

(Be grateful)

(That He was there)