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)
Ah em still get this shit off though
Look
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
'Cane 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?
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
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
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
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
(In God's hands) yeah
(Be grateful)
(That He was there)