Intro:
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In Godʼs hands (Conductor)
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Be grateful
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That He was there
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Glory (Yeah)
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Iʼm out here on the road
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You can hear it in the voice (Glory)
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Ah em, still get this shit off, though
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Look
Verse:
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The money speakinʼ for itself, I call it fortune tell
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Fire top from a bitch that work at corporate sales
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Chinchilla ushanka, we skiinʼ out in Courchevel
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Breakinʼ news, they tried to kill him, but the boy prevails
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I leave for tour and my niggas fuckinʼ Go to jail
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Preachinʼ to the dogs ʼbout wantinʼ more for themselves
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Itʼs weighinʼ heavy on my moral scale
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Knowinʼ they gonʼ sell another citizen ʼcane, they think they Orson Welles
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Walk in Chanel, they like, "How the fuck you need more Chanel?"
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I got these cats tuckinʼ tails on fourth quarter sales
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Iʼm used to seeinʼ tears drop over enormous meals
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The restaurant clears out, faint echoes of Lauryn Hill
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I say, "We gotta talk about us," I feel like Jordan Peele
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Could tell Iʼm gettinʼ under your skin like a orange peel
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ʼCause your words donʼt match your actions like a foreign film
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And now itʼs silence in the Lambʼ like the horror film
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Things get quiet after me statinʼ the obvious
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Things get kinky after fifteen years of dominance
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That October sky is lookinʼ ominous
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The money is autonomous
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Shoutʼ to Oliver North, he out in Rome doinʼ Toronto shit
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And Jeremiah the watchdog, you niggas know what time it is
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Iʼm in and out of Houston Hobby so much, Iʼm a hobbyist
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Hoes waitinʼ on Cench in the lobby, that boy a lobbyist
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Savage got a green card straight out of the consulate
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Where I go, you go, brother, we Yugoslavian
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Formal is the dress code, dawg, so many checks owed
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I feel Czechoslovakian, nigga, what the fuck?
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Nah, Iʼm movinʼ different right now, for real, like
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I feel like if Mike switched out the glove for the pen, like
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This shit just too enticing right now, you know?
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Look
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Diamonds Do the silly dance, I raise up the wine glass
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Metal detectors beepinʼ and security bypass
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The numbers goinʼ up, someone pull up the line graph
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The days are goinʼ by, itʼs like Iʼm livinʼ in time lapse
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Been talkinʼ to Adel like he majored in finance
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Shania Twain, notepad, Iʼm makinʼ it line dance
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You tryna rob me, and itʼs gonʼ feel like you
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sittinʼ at your favorite restaurant ʼcause, nigga, thatʼs where you dyinʼ at
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Mob ties, I swear we like a bitch with fine sisters
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and fine cousins, the family all bad
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Iʼm preachinʼ to the dawgs about cleaninʼ they images
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I swear Iʼm like a young T.D. Jakes to my menaces
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Long kiss goodnight, PDA for my nemesis
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Three hunnid acres, PGA on the premises
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Thatʼs whatʼs really brackinʼ like this verse in parentheses
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Iʼm givinʼ hits to niggas on some, donʼt even mention it
Like, donʼt even worry about it, like
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You can hit me back whenever, or
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Or donʼt, you know?
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It is what it is, I guess
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Yeah, hm
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Look
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You young boys take some of that money and set it aside
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Not havinʼ enough to pay your tax is a federal crime
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You niggas obsessed with me, and itʼs not on no hetero vibe
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Handle beef so quiet, you think that Iʼm lettinʼ it slide
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Next thing you know, we tip toeinʼ past enemy lines
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Diss me so long ago, we making your memories fly
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Conspiracy theories start floatinʼ ʼround like the Kennedy guy
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Iʼll prolly hold a grudge against you guys ʼtil Iʼm seventy five
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Ayy, niggas lyinʼ for a livinʼ, I couldnʼt relate
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We all gotta lay in the bed we make, but that couldnʼt be Drake
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You forced a lot of fake love when real ones stood in your face
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Thatʼs why you got deserted by your niggas like puddinʼ and cake
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I got you on camera bowinʼ down, but the footage is safe
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Thank God, another USB to put in the safe
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Thank God, at the crib, dippinʼ my foot in the lake
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I swear that yʼall turned me into the villain, I couldnʼt escape
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Not sayinʼ Iʼm the best at what I do
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Iʼm just sayinʼ that itʼs me versus whoever wanna lose
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Pick any one of the Whoʼs Whos, I got .22s for new crews
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R.I.P. to the DJ from Houston, we loose screws
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Helicopters, cop lights, and news crews
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Niggas steady cryinʼ to my daddy, well, boo hoo
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You prolly heard a lot about the boy, well, true, true, haha
Outro:
(In Godʼs hands) Yeah
(Be grateful)
(That He was there)
