In God's hands (Conductor)
Be grateful that He was there
Glory (Yeah)
I'm out here on the road
Sanderlei Silveira ® - 2023-10-08T21:42-03:00 - 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)
F'idejn Alla (konduttur)
Kun grata li kien hemm
Glorja (yeah)
Jien hawn fit-triq
Tista 'tismagħha fil-vuċi (glorja)
Xorta toħroġ din il-merda, għalkemm
Ħarsa
[Vers 1]
Il-flus jitkellmu għalih innifsu, insejjaħlu l-fortuna
Fire top minn kelba li taħdem fil-bejgħ korporattiv
Chinchilla Ushanka, aħna skiin 'out in Courchevel
Breakin 'News, huma ppruvaw joqtluh, imma t-tifel jipprevali
Nitlaq għal tour u n-niggas tiegħi fuckin 'mur il-ħabs
Ippriedka lill-Klieb 'Bout Wantin' Aktar għalihom infushom
Huwa li jiżen tqil fuq l-iskala morali tiegħi
Jafu li jbigħu "ċittadin ieħor" caine, jaħsbu li huma orson welles
Imxi f'Chanel, huma jħobbu, "Kif il-fuck għandek bżonn aktar Chanel?"
Sibt dawn il-qtates Tuckin 'Dnub fuq bejgħ tar-raba' kwart
Jien imdorri nara d-dmugħ jinżel fuq ikliet enormi
Ir-restorant ikklerja, eku ħażin ta 'Lauryn Hill
Jien ngħid, "Irridu nitkellmu dwarna," inħossni bħal Jordan Peele
Tista 'tgħid li qed nikseb taħt il-ġilda tiegħek bħal qoxra tal-larinġ
Jikkawża li kliemek ma jaqbilx mal-azzjonijiet tiegħek bħal film barrani
U issa huwa s-silenzju fil-ħaruf 'bħall-film tal-orrur
L-affarijiet isiru kwieti warajja statin 'l-ovvju
L-affarijiet isiru kinky wara ħmistax-il sena ta 'dominanza
Li s-sema ta 'Ottubru qed tfittex ominous
Il-flus huma awtonomi
Għajjat 'Lil Oliver North, huwa barra f'Ruma Doin' Toronto Shit
U Jeremiah il-Watchdog, int niggas taf x’ħin hu
Jien 'il ġewwa u' l barra mill-passatemp ta 'Houston tant, jien hobbyist
Hoes jistenna fuq Cench fil-lobby, dak it-tifel lobbyist
Savage kisbu karta ħadra mill-konsulat
Fejn immur, tmur, ħu, aħna Jugoslavjani
Formali huwa l-kodiċi tal-ilbies, DAWG, tant kontrolli dovuti
Inħoss Ċekoslovakka, Nigga, x'inhu l-fuck?
[Interlude]
Nah, qed niċċaqlaq differenti issa, għal veru, bħal
Inħoss li jekk Mike qaleb l-ingwanta għall-pinna, bħal
Din il-merda sempliċement tħajjar issa, taf?
Ħarsa
[Vers 2]
Id-djamanti jagħmlu ż-żfin iblah, jien inqajjem il-ħġieġ tal-inbid
Ditekters tal-Metall Beepin 'u Bypass tas-Sigurtà
In-numri jmorru, xi ħadd jiġbed il-graff tal-linja
Il-ġranet qed imorru, huwa qisni qed inħeġġeġ fil-ħin tat-time
Kien jitkellem ma 'Adel bħal ma kien maġġorad fil-finanzi
Shania Twain, notepad, jien makin 'it line-dance
Inti tipprova tisraqni, u huwa gon 'tħossok bħalek li tiffoka fir-restorant favorit tiegħek' kawża, nigga, hemm fejn int dyin '
Rabtiet tal-mob, naħlef li nħobbu kelba ma 'sorijiet fini u kuġini fini, il-familja kollha ħażina
Qed nippriedka lid-Dawgs dwar it-tindif ta 'l-immaġini
Naħlef li jien bħal żagħżugħ T.D. Jakes għall-menaces tiegħi
Long-Kiss Goodnight, PDA għan-Nemesi Tiegħi
Tliet acres hunnid, PGA fil-fond
Dak hu verament brackin 'bħal dan il-vers fil-parentesi
Jien qed nagħti hits lil Niggas fuq uħud, lanqas biss insemmiha
[Interlude]
Bħal, lanqas biss tinkwieta dwarha, bħal
Tista 'tolqotni lura kull meta, jew
Jew le, taf?
Huwa dak li hu, naħseb
Yeah, hm
Ħarsa
[Vers 3]
Intom is-subien żgħar tieħu ftit minn dawk il-flus u twarrabha
Mhux biżżejjed biex tħallas it-taxxa tiegħek huwa kriminalità federali
Int niggas ossessjonat miegħi, u mhux fuq l-ebda vibe hetero
Immaniġġja ċ-ċanga daqshekk kwieta, taħseb li jien qed tiżżerżaq
Ħaġa li jmiss li taf, aħna nippruvaw il-linji tal-għadu tal-passat
Diss me tant ilu, nagħmlu l-memorji tiegħek itiru
Teoriji tal-konspirazzjoni jibdew floatin '' Round Bħal Kennedy Guy
Jien se nżomm prolly ta 'skanja kontrik "sa jien ħamsa u sebgħin
Ayy, niggas lyin 'għal livin', ma stajtx nirrelata
Aħna lkoll irridu ninsabu fis-sodda li nagħmlu, imma dak ma jistax ikun Drake
Int ġiegħel ħafna imħabba falza meta dawk reali kienu f'wiċċek
Huwa għalhekk li ġejt abbandunat min-niggas tiegħek bħal puddin 'u kejk
Sibtek fuq il-kamera bowin 'l isfel, imma l-filmat huwa sigur
Nirringrazzja lil Alla, USB ieħor biex ipoġġi fil-periklu
Nirringrazzja lil Alla, fil-presepju, dippin 'marda fil-lag
Naħlef li int biddelni fil-villain, ma stajtx naħrab
Ma tgħidx jien l-aħjar f’dak li nagħmel
Jien sempliċement ngħid li jien kontra kull min irid jitlef
Agħżel kwalunkwe wieħed minn min hu whos, sibt .22s għal ekwipaġġi ġodda
R.I.P. Lejn id-DJ minn Houston, aħna maħlula viti
Ħelikopters, dwal tal-koppja, u ekwipaġġi tal-aħbarijiet
Niggas kostanti cryin 'to my daddy, ukoll, boo-hoo
Int smajt ħafna dwar it-tifel, tajjeb, veru, veru, haha
[Outro]
(F'idejn Alla) yeah
(Kun grata)
(Li kien hemm)