In God's hands (Conductor)
Be grateful that He was there
Glory (Yeah)
I'm out here on the road
Sanderlei Silveira ® - 2023-10-08T21:41-03:00 - 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)
I lámha Dé (seoltóir)
Bí buíoch go raibh sé ann
Glóir (yeah)
Tá mé amuigh anseo ar an mbóthar
Is féidir leat é a chloisteáil sa ghuth (glóir)
Fós an cac seo a bhaint amach, áfach
Cuardaigh
[Véarsa 1]
An t-airgead speakin 'dó féin, tugaim an-fhortún air
Barr dóiteáin ó soith a oibríonn ag díolacháin chorparáideacha
Chinchilla Ushanka, Sciálaimid amach i Courchevel
Nuacht Breakin, rinne siad iarracht é a mharú, ach tá an buachaill i réim
Fágfaidh mé le haghaidh turas agus mo niggas fuckin 'téigh go dtí an príosún
Preachin 'To the Madraí' Bout Wantin 'níos mó dóibh féin
Tá sé meáite 'trom ar mo scála morálta
A fhios acu 'siad gon' a dhíol saoránach eile 'caine, dar leo, orson Welles
Siúil i Chanel, is maith leo, "Cén chaoi a dteastaíonn níos mó Chanel uait?"
Fuair mé na cait seo Tuckin 'Tails ar dhíolacháin ceathrú ráithe
Táim cleachtaithe le 'deora a fheiceáil ag titim thar béilí ollmhóra
Glanann an bhialann amach, macallaí faint de Lauryn Hill
Deirim, "Labhraímid fúinn," is dóigh liom mar Jordan Peele
Níorbh fhéidir a rá go bhfuil mé gettin 'faoi do chraiceann cosúil le craiceann oráiste
Cúis nach bhfuil do chuid focal ag teacht le do ghníomhartha mar scannán eachtrach
Agus anois tá sé tost sa uan 'cosúil leis an scannán uafáis
Éiríonn rudaí ciúin i ndiaidh dom statin 'an soiléir
Faigheann rudaí kinky tar éis cúig bliana déag de cheannas
Go bhfuil an spéir i mí Dheireadh Fómhair ominous 'ominous
Tá an t -airgead uathrialach
Shout 'go Oliver North, sé amach sa Róimh doin' cac Toronto
Agus Jeremiah an faire, tá a fhios agat cén t -am atá ann
Tá mé isteach agus amach as caitheamh aimsire Houston an oiread sin, is hobbyist mé
Hoes Waitrin 'ar Cench sa stocaireacht, an buachaill sin a stocaire
Fuair Savage cárta glas díreach as an gconsalacht
An áit a dtéann mé, téann tú, a dheartháir, muid Iúgslavach
Is é foirmiúil an cód gúna, dawg, an oiread sin seiceálacha dlite
Braithim go bhfuil an tSeicslóvaic, nigga, cad é an fuck?
[Interlude]
Nah, tá mé movin 'difriúil anois, le haghaidh fíor, cosúil le
Is dóigh liom dá n -aistreodh Mike an lámhainní don pheann, cosúil le
An cac seo díreach ró -mhealltach anois, tá a fhios agat?
Cuardaigh
[Véarsa 2]
Déanann diamaint an damhsa amaideach, déanaim an ghloine fíona a ardú suas
Brathadóirí miotail beepin 'agus seachbhóthar slándála
Na huimhreacha goin 'suas, tarraingíonn duine suas an graf líne
Tá na laethanta goin 'le, tá sé cosúil go bhfuil mé livin' in am-léig
Bhí mé ag talkin 'le Adel mar a bhí sé ag magadh i gcúrsaí airgeadais
Shania Twain, Notepad, I'm Makin 'It Line-Dance
Tá tú ag tryna rob me, agus tá sé gon 'Feel Like You Sittin' ag do bhialann is fearr leat 'Cúis, Nigga, sin an áit a bhfuil tú ag dyin' ag
Ceangail mob, tugaim faoi deara gur maith linn soith le deirfiúracha mín agus col ceathracha mín, an teaghlach go dona
Tá mé ag preamin 'leis na dawgs faoi ghlanin' íomhánna siad
Tugaim faoi deara go bhfuilim cosúil le T.D. Jakes óg le mo bhagairtí
Long-ped Goodnight, PDA do mo nemesis
Trí acra Hunnid, PGA ar an áitreabh
Sin an rud atá i ndáiríre Brackin 'cosúil leis an véarsa seo i lúibíní
Tá mé givin 'amas le niggas ar roinnt, ná luaigh fiú é
[Interlude]
Cosúil, ná bíodh imní ort faoi, cosúil le
Is féidir leat mé a bhualadh ar ais aon uair, nó
Nó nach bhfuil, tá a fhios agat?
Is é atá ann, buille faoi thuairim mé
Yeah, hm
Cuardaigh
[Véarsa 3]
Tógann tú buachaillí óga cuid den airgead sin agus cuireann siad ar leataobh é
Ní coir cónaidhme é Havin 'go leor chun do cháin a íoc
Tá tú ag niggas obsessed liom, agus níl sé ar aon vibe hetero
Mairteoil a láimhseáil chomh ciúin sin, dar leat go bhfuil mé lettin 'sleamhnaíonn sé
An chéad rud eile a bhfuil aithne agat air, táimid ag bualadh le línte namhaid roimhe seo
Diss dom chomh fada ó shin, déanaimid do chuid cuimhní a eitilt ag eitilt
Tosaíonn teoiricí comhcheilg floatin '' Babhta mar an Kennedy Guy
Coinneoidh mé grudge i gcoinne tú guys go dtí go bhfuil mé seachtó a cúig
Ayy, niggas lyin 'for a livin', ní raibh mé in ann baint a bheith agam
Táimid go léir ag leagan sa leaba a dhéanaimid, ach ní fhéadfaí é sin a dhéanamh Drake
Chuir tú iallach ar a lán grá bréige nuair a sheas cinn réadacha i d’aghaidh
Sin an fáth go bhfuair tú tréigeadh ag do niggas cosúil le puddin 'agus císte
Fuair mé tú ar cheamara Bowin 'síos, ach tá an scannán sábháilte
Gabhaim buíochas le Dia, USB eile le cur isteach sa sábháilte
Gabhaim buíochas le Dia, ag an gcrib, Dippin 'mo chos sa loch
Tugaim faoi deara gur chas tú isteach sa chliathánach, ní raibh mé in ann éalú
Ní sayin 'Is mise an rud is fearr ar an méid a dhéanaim
Nílim ach ag rá 'go bhfuil sé mise i gcoinne an té atá ag iarraidh a chailleadh
Roghnaigh aon cheann de na daoine atá, fuair mé .22s do chriúnna nua
RIP. Chun an DJ ó Houston, scaoilimid scriúnna
Héileacaptair, soilse cop, agus foirne nuachta
Niggas seasta cryin 'le mo dhaid, go maith, boo-hoo
Chuala tú go leor go mór faoin mbuachaill, go maith, fíor, fíor, haha
[OUTRO]
(I lámha Dé) Sea
(Bí buíoch)
(Go raibh sé ann)