In God's hands (Conductor)
Be grateful that He was there
Glory (Yeah)
I'm out here on the road
Sanderlei Silveira ® - 2023-10-08T21:43-03:00 - 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)
In God se hande (dirigent)
Wees dankbaar dat hy daar was
Glory (ja)
Ek is hier op pad
U kan dit in die stem hoor (glorie)
Kry egter steeds hierdie kak af
Voorkoms
[Vers 1]
Die geld praat vir homself, ek noem dit fortuintel
Brand van 'n teef wat by korporatiewe verkope werk
Chinchilla Ushanka, ons ski in Courchevel
Breakin 'News, hulle het hom probeer doodmaak, maar die seun seëvier
Ek vertrek na toer en my niggas fokken gaan tronk toe
Preek vir die honde 'wil meer vir hulself hê
Dit is swaar op my morele skaal
Weet 'hulle sal 'n ander burger' Caine verkoop, hulle dink hulle Orson Welles
Loop in Chanel, hulle hou van: "Hoe de fok het jy meer Chanel nodig?"
Ek het hierdie katte laat stukkies op die vierde kwartaalverkope
Ek is gewoond daaraan om die trane oor enorme maaltye te sien val
Die restaurant maak skoon, vaal eggo van Lauryn Hill
Ek sê: "Ons moet oor ons praat," ek voel soos Jordan Peele
Kan sien dat ek soos 'n lemoenskil onder jou vel gaan
Veroorsaak dat u woorde nie ooreenstem met u optrede soos 'n vreemde film nie
En nou is dit stilte in die lam 'soos die gruwelfilm
Dinge raak stil agter my aan die ooglopende
Dinge word kinky na vyftien jaar van oorheersing
Daardie Oktober -lug lyk onheilspellend
Die geld is outonoom
Skree 'na Oliver North, hy in Rome Doin' Toronto Shit
En Jeremia, die waghond, weet jy niggas hoe laat dit is
Ek is so baie in en uit Houston -stokperdjie, ek is 'n stokperdjie
Hoes wag op Cench in die voorportaal, daardie seuntjie 'n lobbyis
Savage het 'n groen kaart reguit uit die konsulaat gekry
Waarheen ek gaan, jy gaan, broer, ons Joego -Slawië
Formaal is die kleredragkode, dawg, soveel tjeks verskuldig
Ek voel Tsjeggo -Slowaakse, Nigga, wat de fok?
[Interlude]
Nee, ek is nou anders, soos regtig, soos
Ek voel asof Mike die handskoen vir die pen uitskakel, soos
Hierdie kak is nou net te aanloklik, weet jy?
Voorkoms
[Vers 2]
Diamante doen die dom dans, ek lig die wynglas op
Metaalverklikkers piep en sekuriteitsomleiding
Die getalle gaan op, iemand trek die lyngrafiek op
Die dae gaan verby, dit is asof ek in die tydsverloop leef
Met Adel gepraat soos hy in finansies was
Shania Twain, Notepad, ek maak dit 'n lyndans
Jy probeer my beroof, en dit is 'n 'voel soos jy by jou gunsteling restaurant gaan sit', want nigga, dit is waar jy dyin '
MOB -bande, ek sweer ons hou van 'n teef met fyn susters en fyn niggies, die gesin is sleg
Ek preek vir die dawgs oor skoonmaak 'hulle beelde
Ek sweer ek is soos 'n jong T.D. Jakes vir my dreigemente
Lang-Kiss Goodnight, PDA vir my nemesis
Drie hunnid hektaar, PGA op die perseel
Dit is wat regtig soos hierdie vers tussen hakies is
Ek gee 'n treffer aan niggas op sommige, moenie dit eers noem nie
[Interlude]
Soos, moenie eers daaroor bekommerd wees nie, soos
U kan my terug slaan wanneer of
Of weet jy nie?
Dit is wat dit is, dink ek
Ja, hm
Voorkoms
[Vers 3]
Julle jong seuns neem 'n paar van die geld en sit dit opsy
Nie genoeg om u belasting te betaal nie, is 'n federale misdaad
U niggas het 'n obsessie met my, en dit is nie op geen hetero -vibe nie
Hanteer beesvleis so stil, jy dink dat ek dit laat gly
Die volgende ding wat u weet, ons tip-toein 'verby vyandelike lyne
Diss my so lank gelede, ons laat u herinneringe vlieg
Samesweringsteorieë begin 'n rondte soos die Kennedy -man
Ek sal 'n wrok teen julle hou totdat ek vyf-en-sewentig is
Ayy, niggas lyin 'vir 'n lewendige', kon ek nie met mekaar verband hou nie
Ons almal moet in die bed lê wat ons maak, maar dit kan nie Drake wees nie
Jy het baie valse liefde gedwing toe regte in jou gesig gestaan het
Daarom het jy soos puddin 'en koek deur jou niggas verlate geraak
Ek het jou op die kamera laat neerkom, maar die beeldmateriaal is veilig
Dank die Here, nog 'n USB om die kluis in te sit
Dank die Here, by die krip, dip my voet in die meer
Ek sweer dat jy my in die skurk verander het, ek kon nie ontsnap nie
Moenie sê nie, ek is die beste in wat ek doen
Ek sê net dat dit ek is teenoor wie ook al wil verloor
Kies een van die wie se wie, ek het .22's vir nuwe bemanning
SKEUR. Na die DJ van Houston los ons skroewe
Helikopters, polisieligte en nuuspersoneel
Niggas Cryin 'vir my pappa, wel, boo-hoo
U het baie gehoor oor die seun, wel, waar, waar, haha
[Outro]
(In God se hande) Ja
(Wees dankbaar)
(Dat hy daar was)