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Intro:
I
Be gratef
That He was
Glory (Yeah)
Iʼm
You can hear it in the
Ah em, still get this shit off, though
Knowinʼ they
Shoutʼ to Oliver North, he out in
And Jeremiah the watchdog, you
Iʼm in and out of Houston Hobby
Hoes waitinʼ on Cench in the
Savage got a green card
Where I go, you go,
Formal is the dress code,
I feel Czechoslo
Look
Metal detectors beepinʼ and se
The numbers goinʼ up, so
The days are goinʼ by, itʼs like Iʼm
Been talkinʼ to Adel like
Shania Twain, notepad,
You tryna rob me, and itʼs
sittinʼ at your favorite restaurant
ʼCause, nigga,
Mob ties, I swear we like a
and fine cousins, the family
Iʼm preachinʼ to the dawgs about cleaninʼ they
I swear Iʼm like a young T.D. Jakes to my
Long kiss goodnight, PDA for my
Three hunnid acres, PGA on the
Thatʼs whatʼs really brackinʼ like this verse in pa
Iʼm givinʼ hits to niggas on some, donʼt even mention it
Like, donʼt even worry about it, like
You can
Or donʼt, you
It is what it is, I gu
Yeah,
You young boys take some of that money and
Not havinʼ enough to pay your tax is a
You niggas obsessed with me, and itʼs not on no
Handle beef so quiet, you think that Iʼm
Next thing you know, we tip toeinʼ past
Diss me so long ago, we making your
Conspiracy theories start floatinʼ ʼround like the
Iʼll prolly hold a grudge against you guys ʼtil Iʼm
Ayy, niggas lyinʼ for a livinʼ, I
We all gotta lay in the bed we make, but that
You forced a lot of fake love when real ones
Thatʼs why you got deserted by your niggas like
I got you on camera bowinʼ down, but the
Thank God, another USB to
Thank God, at the crib, dippinʼ my
I swear that yʼall turned me into the villain, I
Not sayinʼ Iʼm the best at what I do
Pick
R.I.P. to the DJ from Houston, we
Helicopters, cop lights, and news crews
You prolly heard a lot about the boy, well,
(In Godʼs hands) Yeah
(Be grateful)
(That He was there)
I
Am
n Godʼs hands (Dm
Conductor)Be gratef
Am
ulThat He was
Dm
thereGlory (Yeah)
Iʼm
Am
out here on the roadYou can hear it in the
Dm
voice (Glory)Ah em, still get this shit off, though
Am
LookDm
The money speakinʼ for itself, I call it fortune tellAm
Fire top from a bitch that work at corporate salesDm
Chinchilla ushanka, we skiinʼ out in CourchevelAm
Breakinʼ news, they tried to kill him, but the boy prevailsDm
I leave for tour and my niggas fuckinʼ Go to jailAm
Preachinʼ to the dogs ʼbout wantinʼ more for themselvesDm
Itʼs weighinʼ heavy on my moral scaleKnowinʼ they
Am
gonʼ sell another citizen ʼcane, they think they Orson WellesDm
Walk in Chanel, they like, «How the fuck you need more Chanel?"Am
I got these cats tuckinʼ tails on fourth quarter salesDm
Iʼm used to seeinʼ tears drop over enormous mealsAm
The restaurant clears out, faint echoes of Lauryn HillDm
I say, «We gotta talk about us,» I feel like Jordan PeeleAm
Could tell Iʼm gettinʼ under your skin like a orange peelDm
ʼCause your words donʼt match your actions like a foreign filmAm
And now itʼs silence in the Lambʼ like the horror filmDm
Things get quiet after me statinʼ the obviousAm
Things get kinky after fifteen years of dominanceDm
That October sky is lookinʼ ominousAm
The money is autonomousShoutʼ to Oliver North, he out in
Dm
Rome doinʼ Toronto shitAnd Jeremiah the watchdog, you
Am
niggas know what time it isIʼm in and out of Houston Hobby
Dm
so much, Iʼm a hobbyistHoes waitinʼ on Cench in the
Am
lobby, that boy a lobbyistSavage got a green card
Dm
straight out of the consulateWhere I go, you go,
Am
brother, we YugoslavianFormal is the dress code,
Dm
dawg, so many checks owedI feel Czechoslo
Am
vakian, nigga, what the fuck?Am
Nah, Iʼm movinʼ different right now, for real, likeDm
I feel like if Mike switched out the glove for the pen, likeAm
This shit just too enticing right now, you know?Look
Dm
Diamonds Do the silly dance, Am
I raise up the wine glassMetal detectors beepinʼ and se
Dm
curity bypassThe numbers goinʼ up, so
Am
meone pull up the line graphThe days are goinʼ by, itʼs like Iʼm
Dm
livinʼ in time lapseBeen talkinʼ to Adel like
Am
he majored in financeShania Twain, notepad,
Dm
Iʼm makinʼ it line danceYou tryna rob me, and itʼs
Am
gonʼ feel like yousittinʼ at your favorite restaurant
ʼCause, nigga,
Dm
thatʼs where you dyinʼ atMob ties, I swear we like a
Am
bitch with fine sistersand fine cousins, the family
Dm
all badIʼm preachinʼ to the dawgs about cleaninʼ they
Am
imagesI swear Iʼm like a young T.D. Jakes to my
Dm
menacesLong kiss goodnight, PDA for my
Am
nemesisThree hunnid acres, PGA on the
Dm
premisesThatʼs whatʼs really brackinʼ like this verse in pa
Am
renthesesIʼm givinʼ hits to niggas on some, donʼt even mention it
Like, donʼt even worry about it, like
You can
Dm
hit me back whenever, orOr donʼt, you
Am
know?It is what it is, I gu
Dm
essYeah,
Bm
Dm
LookYou young boys take some of that money and
Am
set it asideNot havinʼ enough to pay your tax is a
Dm
federal crimeYou niggas obsessed with me, and itʼs not on no
Am
hetero vibeHandle beef so quiet, you think that Iʼm
Dm
lettinʼ it slideNext thing you know, we tip toeinʼ past
Am
enemy linesDiss me so long ago, we making your
Dm
memories flyConspiracy theories start floatinʼ ʼround like the
Am
Kennedy guyIʼll prolly hold a grudge against you guys ʼtil Iʼm
Dm
seventy fiveAyy, niggas lyinʼ for a livinʼ, I
Am
couldnʼt relateWe all gotta lay in the bed we make, but that
Dm
couldnʼt be DrakeYou forced a lot of fake love when real ones
Am
stood in your faceThatʼs why you got deserted by your niggas like
Dm
puddinʼ and cakeI got you on camera bowinʼ down, but the
Am
footage is safeThank God, another USB to
Dm
put in the safeThank God, at the crib, dippinʼ my
Am
foot in the lakeI swear that yʼall turned me into the villain, I
Dm
couldnʼt escapeNot sayinʼ Iʼm the best at what I do
Am
Iʼm just sayinʼ that itʼs me versus whoever wanna losePick
Dm
any one of the Whoʼs Whos, I got .22s for Am
new crewsR.I.P. to the DJ from Houston, we
Dm
loose screwsHelicopters, cop lights, and news crews
Am
Niggas steady cryinʼ to my daddy, well, Dm
boo hooYou prolly heard a lot about the boy, well,
Am
true, true, haha(In Godʼs hands) Yeah
(Be grateful)
(That He was there)
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