Lord

Lord, Yes Lord they thought I wasn't gonna get them like this
Aye shout out NicTunez

Living off the momento Hot as a side of feugo
But on the other half Cool as the other side of a pillow
Told Me i had to let go Told me that I can't control
The beast on the other side But I'm plugged in no metro
Keep on track like metro Wrist sick no pepto
Gas on like citgo Plug call like hello
Flew to aubudabi Private no time for common fees
Constantly people be asking for a dollar see
But I don't trust none of you fools
This ain't no democracy
Put all my people on ice they call us a hockey team
It's going down like I got joc with me
But my eyes stay like a seagull
in the sky where the breeze cool
House like a cathedral Use to split it up in a regal
Shoot my shot like a free throw On the coast wit my sea foes
That buss down all my c notes Keep a stash in the fendi
Had some snakes in my grass On account like it's pending lord

Yes lord aye put they souls to rest, blessed

But I done maintenanced my lawn Made my way to get on
Took my flight to Milan Bad chick on my arm
2 or 3 when I land Shine bright like a star
But see me I only got a few friends
So I don't really care about your 2 cents
Hollerin like you a nuisance
Ridin around in a coupe Benz
Calling me up to try to make mends
But all I wanna do is break bands
Use to be beefin But now you wanna be friends ha
I see you gather intelligence
Just to hope of your relevance
Try to proclaim this masculine
But i know that you feminine
In ya life I'll be meddlin
And ya wife I swear I'll get
Then I'm out like a surrogate
Diamonds drip check the clarity
Keep a odd Wanda like fairly
Now I see why you scared of me
Funnel money thru charity
I know they wanna bury me
Militant my security
Say a pray to my enemies
Cause we the judge and the jury
So we do all of the verdicting

Ahh they think I'm finna stop though
Aye NicTunez you done killed this homie

Shot aimed at your madula Stoned like Medusa
She askin to seduce ha Pullin up in that all white
No part of the klu klux
All of the women be all they feelings
Cash in the safe stashed in the building
Hash for the philly no gas for refilling
Blast from the past was down on my ass you ask me now I don't know the Feeling foreign coupe with no ceiling money got these girls revealing
It's all about the green Gone ghost like I'm keen
Top shot of the black list Take a look what I see
Perc up your adrenaline take it just like some medicine
Feining to get popped well I'm holding ya remedy
Hollow tips fill up shallow men
So I move like I'm shadowing
Till I get what I came for
It's the top plus the salary
Take a pic for the gallery
Sweat it off like a calorie
But ain't nobody as cold me
I am the one they chose to be
Up high like I'm rotary
I'm the shhhh wit no toilettery
Bow down to the throne
And pledge me ya loyalty lord

Yes lord I pray for they souls to keep May the blessed ones never weep



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Writer(s): Matthew Tyciak
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