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 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) 
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