In God's hands (Conductor)
Be grateful that He was there
Glory (Yeah)
I'm out here on the road
Sanderlei Silveira ® - 2023-10-08T21:50-03:00 - US X2
In God's hands (Conductor)
Be grateful that He was there
Glory (Yeah)
I'm out here on the road
You can hear it in the voice (Glory)
Still get this shit off, though
Look
[Verse 1]
The money speakin' for itself, I call it fortune-tell
Fire top from a bitch that work at corporate sales
Chinchilla ushanka, we skiin' out in Courchevel
Breakin' news, they tried to kill him, but the boy prevails
I leave for tour and my niggas fuckin' go to jail
Preachin' to the dogs 'bout wantin' more for themselves
It's weighin' heavy on my moral scale
Knowin' they gon' sell another citizen 'caine, they think they Orson Welles
Walk in Chanel, they like, "How the fuck you need more Chanel?"
I got these cats tuckin' tails on fourth-quarter sales
I'm used to seein' tears drop over enormous meals
The restaurant clears out, faint echoes of Lauryn Hill
I say, "We gotta talk about us," I feel like Jordan Peele
Could tell I'm gettin' under your skin like a orange peel
Cause your words don't match your actions like a foreign film
And now it's silence in the Lamb' like the horror film
Things get quiet after me statin' the obvious
Things get kinky after fifteen years of dominance
That October sky is lookin' ominous
The money is autonomous
Shout' to Oliver North, he out in Rome doin' Toronto shit
And Jeremiah the watchdog, you niggas know what time it is
I'm in and out of Houston Hobby so much, I'm a hobbyist
Hoes waitin' on Cench in the lobby, that boy a lobbyist
Savage got a green card straight out of the consulate
Where I go, you go, brother, we Yugoslavian
Formal is the dress code, dawg, so many checks owed
I feel Czechoslovakian, nigga, what the fuck?
[Interlude]
Nah, I'm movin' different right now, for real, like
I feel like if Mike switched out the glove for the pen, like
This shit just too enticing right now, you know?
Look
[Verse 2]
Diamonds do the silly dance, I raise up the wine glass
Metal detectors beepin' and security bypass
The numbers goin' up, someone pull up the line graph
The days are goin' by, it's like I'm livin' in time-lapse
Been talkin' to Adel like he majored in finance
Shania Twain, notepad, I'm makin' it line-dance
You tryna rob me, and it's gon' feel like you sittin' at your favorite restaurant 'cause, nigga, that's where you dyin' at
Mob ties, I swear we like a bitch with fine sisters and fine cousins, the family all bad
I'm preachin' to the dawgs about cleanin' they images
I swear I'm like a young T.D. Jakes to my menaces
Long-kiss goodnight, PDA for my nemesis
Three hunnid acres, PGA on the premises
That's what's really brackin' like this verse in parentheses
I'm givin' hits to niggas on some, don't even mention it
[Interlude]
Like, don't even worry about it, like
You can hit me back whenever, or
Or don't, you know?
It is what it is, I guess
Yeah, hm
Look
[Verse 3]
You young boys take some of that money and set it aside
Not havin' enough to pay your tax is a federal crime
You niggas obsessed with me, and it's not on no hetero vibe
Handle beef so quiet, you think that I'm lettin' it slide
Next thing you know, we tip-toein' past enemy lines
Diss me so long ago, we making your memories fly
Conspiracy theories start floatin' 'round like the Kennedy guy
I'll prolly hold a grudge against you guys 'til I'm seventy-five
Ayy, niggas lyin' for a livin', I couldn't relate
We all gotta lay in the bed we make, but that couldn't be Drake
You forced a lot of fake love when real ones stood in your face
That's why you got deserted by your niggas like puddin' and cake
I got you on camera bowin' down, but the footage is safe
Thank God, another USB to put in the safe
Thank God, at the crib, dippin' my foot in the lake
I swear that y'all turned me into the villain, I couldn't escape
Not sayin' I'm the best at what I do
I'm just sayin' that it's me versus whoever wanna lose
Pick any one of the Who's Whos, I got .22s for new crews
R.I.P. to the DJ from Houston, we loose screws
Helicopters, cop lights, and news crews
Niggas steady cryin' to my daddy, well, boo-hoo
You prolly heard a lot about the boy, well, true, true, haha
[Outro]
(In God's hands) Yeah
(Be grateful)
(That He was there)
V božjih rokah (dirigent)
Bodite hvaležni, da je bil tam
Slava (ja)
Tu sem na cesti
Slišite ga v glasu (slava)
Še vedno pa to sranje
Glej
[Verz 1]
Denar govori sam, pravim mu Fortune-Tell
Požar od psice, ki deluje pri prodaji korporativne prodaje
Chinchilla ushanka, smučamo v Courchevelu
Breakin 'News, poskušali so ga ubiti, toda fant prevladuje
Odhajam na turnejo in moj črnus
Pridiganje 'psom' bi si želeli več zase
Na moji moralni lestvici je težka
Vedo, "da bodo" prodali drugega državljana "Caine, mislijo, da so Orson Welles
Sprehodite se v Chanelu, všeč jim je: "Kako za vraga potrebuješ več Chanela?"
Te mačke sem dobil na prodajo v četrtem četrtletju
Včasih sem videl, da se solze spuščajo nad ogromnimi obroki
Restavracija se razčisti, šibki odmevi Lauryn Hill
Pravim: "Moramo govoriti o nas," počutim se kot Jordan Peele
Lahko rečem, da se pod vašo kožo dobim kot oranžna lupina
Ker vaše besede ne ustrezajo vašim dejanjem kot tuji film
In zdaj je tišina v jagnjeti 'kot film grozljivk
Stvari se mi utihnejo, potem ko mi statin 'očitno
Stvari postanejo po petnajstih letih prevlade
Da je oktobrsko nebo videti zlobno
Denar je samostojni
Kriči "Oliverju North, on v Rimu doin 'toronto sranje
In Jeremiah, čuvaj, ti črnci veš, koliko je ura
Tako sem v Houstonu in zunaj njega, jaz sem hobist
Hoes čakajo na CENCH v preddverju, ta fant lobist
Savage je dobil zeleno karto naravnost iz konzulata
Kam grem, greš, brat, jugoslavski
Formalna je koda oblačenja, DAWG, toliko dolgovanih čekov
Čutim češkoslovaško, črnuh, kaj za vraga?
[Interlude]
Ne, trenutno se gibljem drugače, za resnično, kot
Počutim se, kot da je Mike izklopil rokavico za pero, kot je
To sranje prav zdaj preveč vabljivo, veste?
Glej
[Verz 2]
Diamanti delajo neumni ples, dvignem vinsko kozarec
Kovinski detektorji čedne in varnostne obvoznice
Številke se dvignejo, nekdo potegne graf črte
Dnevi minevajo, kot da bi živela v času
Se pogovarjal z Adelom, kot da je diplomiral v financah
Shania Twain, beležka, jaz se mi zdi
Poskusi me oropati in se počutim, kot da sediš v svoji najljubši restavraciji, vzrok, črnuh, tam se obarvaš
Mob vezi, prisegam
Dawgs pridigam o čiščenju, ki jih pridigajo
Prisežem, da sem kot mlad T. D. Jakes na svoje groze
Dolgo noč, lahko noč, PDA za mojo Nemesis
Trije Hunnid Acres, PGA v prostorih
To je tisto, kar je v oklepajih res tako, kot je ta verz
Zaradi nekaterih zalepijo črnci, jih sploh ne omenjajte
[Interlude]
Kot, sploh ne skrbite
Lahko me udariš kadarkoli, ali
Ali pa ne, veste?
To je tisto, kar je, mislim
Ja, Hm
Glej
[Verz 3]
Mladi fantje vzamete nekaj tega denarja in ga odložite
Ni dovolj za plačilo vašega davka, je zvezno kaznivo dejanje
Ti niggas obseden z mano in ni v nobeni hetero vibe
Ročaj goveje meso tako tiho, misliš, da to drsim
Naslednja stvar, ki jo poznate, minemo mimo sovražnikovih linij
Tako dolgo nazaj me, da tvoji spomini letijo
Teorije zarote se začnejo plavati '' krog kot Kennedy Guy
Proti se bom zameril proti tebi, dokler ne bom sedeminpetdeset let
Ayy, črnuh "za Livin", nisem mogel povezati
Vsi moramo ležati v postelji, ki jo izdelujemo, vendar to ne bi mogel biti Drake
Prisilili ste veliko ponarejene ljubezni, ko so ti resnični stali v obraz
Zato vas je zapustil vaši črnci, kot sta puddin in torta
Dobil sem vas pred kamero, a posnetki so varni
Hvala bogu, še en USB, ki ga je treba vložiti v sef
Hvala bogu, pri posteljici, se mi zgrozi v jezero
Prisežem, da ste me spremenili v zlikovca, nisem mogel pobegniti
Ne rečem, da sem najboljši v tem, kar počnem
Samo rečem, da sem to, kdor hoče izgubiti
Izberite katerega od Who Whos, imam .22s za nove posadke
POČIVAJ V MIRU. DJ -ju iz Houstona, izgubimo vijake
Helikopterji, policajske luči in novice
Niggas vztrajno joka k očetu, no, boo-hoo
O tem ste zelo slišali o fantu, no, res, res, haha
[OUTRO]
(V božjih rokah) ja
(Bodi hvaležen)
(Da je bil tam)