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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
Amn Godʼs hands (DmConductor)Be gratef
AmulThat He was
DmthereGlory (Yeah)
Iʼm
Amout here on the roadYou can hear it in the
Dmvoice (Glory)Ah em, still get this shit off, though
AmLookDmThe money speakinʼ for itself, I call it fortune tellAmFire top from a bitch that work at corporate salesDmChinchilla ushanka, we skiinʼ out in CourchevelAmBreakinʼ news, they tried to kill him, but the boy prevailsDmI leave for tour and my niggas fuckinʼ Go to jailAmPreachinʼ to the dogs ʼbout wantinʼ more for themselvesDmItʼs weighinʼ heavy on my moral scaleKnowinʼ they
Amgonʼ sell another citizen ʼcane, they think they Orson WellesDmWalk in Chanel, they like, «How the fuck you need more Chanel?"AmI got these cats tuckinʼ tails on fourth quarter salesDmIʼm used to seeinʼ tears drop over enormous mealsAmThe restaurant clears out, faint echoes of Lauryn HillDmI say, «We gotta talk about us,» I feel like Jordan PeeleAmCould tell Iʼm gettinʼ under your skin like a orange peelDmʼCause your words donʼt match your actions like a foreign filmAmAnd now itʼs silence in the Lambʼ like the horror filmDmThings get quiet after me statinʼ the obviousAmThings get kinky after fifteen years of dominanceDmThat October sky is lookinʼ ominousAmThe money is autonomousShoutʼ to Oliver North, he out in
DmRome doinʼ Toronto shitAnd Jeremiah the watchdog, you
Amniggas know what time it isIʼm in and out of Houston Hobby
Dmso much, Iʼm a hobbyistHoes waitinʼ on Cench in the
Amlobby, that boy a lobbyistSavage got a green card
Dmstraight out of the consulateWhere I go, you go,
Ambrother, we YugoslavianFormal is the dress code,
Dmdawg, so many checks owedI feel Czechoslo
Amvakian, nigga, what the fuck?AmNah, Iʼm movinʼ different right now, for real, likeDmI feel like if Mike switched out the glove for the pen, likeAmThis shit just too enticing right now, you know?Look
DmDiamonds Do the silly dance, AmI raise up the wine glassMetal detectors beepinʼ and se
Dmcurity bypassThe numbers goinʼ up, so
Ammeone pull up the line graphThe days are goinʼ by, itʼs like Iʼm
Dmlivinʼ in time lapseBeen talkinʼ to Adel like
Amhe majored in financeShania Twain, notepad,
DmIʼm makinʼ it line danceYou tryna rob me, and itʼs
Amgonʼ feel like yousittinʼ at your favorite restaurant
ʼCause, nigga,
Dmthatʼs where you dyinʼ atMob ties, I swear we like a
Ambitch with fine sistersand fine cousins, the family
Dmall badIʼm preachinʼ to the dawgs about cleaninʼ they
AmimagesI swear Iʼm like a young T.D. Jakes to my
DmmenacesLong kiss goodnight, PDA for my
AmnemesisThree hunnid acres, PGA on the
DmpremisesThatʼs whatʼs really brackinʼ like this verse in pa
AmrenthesesIʼm givinʼ hits to niggas on some, donʼt even mention it
Like, donʼt even worry about it, like
You can
Dmhit me back whenever, orOr donʼt, you
Amknow?It is what it is, I gu
DmessYeah,
BmDmLookYou young boys take some of that money and
Amset it asideNot havinʼ enough to pay your tax is a
Dmfederal crimeYou niggas obsessed with me, and itʼs not on no
Amhetero vibeHandle beef so quiet, you think that Iʼm
Dmlettinʼ it slideNext thing you know, we tip toeinʼ past
Amenemy linesDiss me so long ago, we making your
Dmmemories flyConspiracy theories start floatinʼ ʼround like the
AmKennedy guyIʼll prolly hold a grudge against you guys ʼtil Iʼm
Dmseventy fiveAyy, niggas lyinʼ for a livinʼ, I
Amcouldnʼt relateWe all gotta lay in the bed we make, but that
Dmcouldnʼt be DrakeYou forced a lot of fake love when real ones
Amstood in your faceThatʼs why you got deserted by your niggas like
Dmpuddinʼ and cakeI got you on camera bowinʼ down, but the
Amfootage is safeThank God, another USB to
Dmput in the safeThank God, at the crib, dippinʼ my
Amfoot in the lakeI swear that yʼall turned me into the villain, I
Dmcouldnʼt escapeNot sayinʼ Iʼm the best at what I do
AmIʼm just sayinʼ that itʼs me versus whoever wanna losePick
Dmany one of the Whoʼs Whos, I got .22s for Amnew crewsR.I.P. to the DJ from Houston, we
Dmloose screwsHelicopters, cop lights, and news crews
AmNiggas steady cryinʼ to my daddy, well, Dmboo hooYou prolly heard a lot about the boy, well,
Amtrue, true, haha(In Godʼs hands) Yeah
(Be grateful)
(That He was there)
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