[Intro] In God’s hands (Yeah) Be thankful That I’m still here Glory I’m out here on the grind You can hear it in the tone (Glory) Still talk my shit though Look [Verse 1] Money speakin’ loud as hell, call it fortune tales Bad chick givin’ brain, she fresh outta Cornell Leather seats recline, we cruisin’ down to Bloomingdale’s Breaking news, they tried to stop me, but the boy prevails I leave for shows, my niggas caught up with a case to fight Tellin’ ‘em stack more, dawg, you gotta chase the light Heavy on my conscience, but my hustle feelin’ right Knowin’ they gon’ sell another brick tonight, think they Walter White Walk in Dior, clerk askin’, “How the fuck you need more Dior?” I got ‘em shook, breakin’ sales in the fourth quarter war Seen tears drop on marble floors and lobster claws Restaurants clear, faint echoes of Mary J. songs I tell her, “We gotta talk about us,” I’m playin’ horror score Could tell I’m deep under your skin, I cut like a jagged sword Your words don’t match your energy, that shit I can’t ignore Now it’s silence in the whip like a crime scene door Things get dark when I’m speakin’ the obvious Things get wild after years of my dominance That September night feelin’ ominous The money movin’ autonomous Shout to my dawgs overseas doin’ anonymous And my hitters on watch, niggas know what the drama is I’m in and out the city so much, I need a residence Hoes waitin’ on me in the lobby, that’s evidence Sav got a visa clean from the consulate Where I roll, my bros roll, we Yugoslavian Formal on the fit, dawg, checks stackin’ up tall I feel like I’m Czechoslovakian, fuck y’all [Interlude] Nah, I’m thinkin’ different right now, for real If Pac had a pen instead of a steel… This shit just too aligned right now, you know? Look [Verse 2] Diamonds do the cha-cha, toast up the champagne Metal beepin’ heavy, but security know my name Numbers goin’ higher, someone pull up the chart frame Days pass quick, feel like I’m stuck in a time game Talkin’ with my dawgs, strategizin’ investments Notebook full of bars, I turn pain into blessings You tryna rob me? You dyin’ where you sittin’ at Favorite restaurant, candlelight—yeah, you endin’ at Mob ties, fam bad like cousins and sisters too Preachin’ to my bros ‘bout image, they listen too I’m like a young Malcolm X with a business view Long-kiss goodnight for my nemesis, finish you Hundreds of acres, PGA on my premises That’s what’s brackin’, like this verse in parentheses I hand out wins to my niggas, don’t mention it [Interlude] Like, don’t stress it, man Hit me back when you can, or not It is what it is, for real Yeah, look [Verse 3] Y’all boys better stash some money and put it aside Not payin’ taxes, that’s a federal ride Niggas obsessed with me, not even on hetero vibe Handle beef so quiet, you think that I let it slide Next week we creepin’ past enemy lines Dissed me years ago, now your memory dies Conspiracies floatin’ like the Kennedy guys I’ll prolly hold a grudge ‘til I’m seventy-five Niggas cappin’ for a livin’, I can’t relate We all gotta sleep in the bed we made, I ain’t fake You forced fake love while real ones sat in your face That’s why your circle vanished like crumbs on a plate I got footage of you bowin’, but I keep it safe Another USB, tuck it deep in the safe Lake house vibes, I’m just dippin’ my feet in the lake You turned me villain, dawg, no chance to escape Not sayin’ I’m the best alive I’m just sayin’ I’m the one whoever test gon’ die Line up the Who’s Who, I got .22s for new crews R.I.P. to the legend from Houston, we loose screws Helis and cop lights, they bringin’ the news through Niggas cryin’ to my old man, man, boo-hoo You prolly heard it all about me—true, true Haha [Outro] (In God’s hands) Yeah (Be thankful) (That I’m still here)
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