Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Volte, Hallelujah
Yeah, hallelujah
Ride the place, shot the place,
We don't cooperate with the shit you wanna say.
They feel my song, I get the bonds,
I paid the price, another one, another chapter.
Another story another man,
Another father, this is the life of rappers.
I live my life to great expectations,
I crossed the bounds, I got my respect made son.
Hallelujah, a black man, yeah strong.
Head strong to the whole beat, yeah uh, Here am on, yeah
A black man, is king, Yeah huh, head strong.
Bouncing on the beat, uh yeah uh Hallelujah!
I mixed it though, the mystical,
The spiritual, meta physical, cryptic flow.
I'm with it though,
The criminal aspect of me, I don't tell you though.
You don't hear it.
This is me, I'm still preparing,
Changed appearance, I'm just flawless, head is hairless.
So despairing, though sincereless,
Still descendent, from the greatest, still repentant.
Forgive my sins, I give my greens,
I'm with my piece, I'm with my team, your pinching pennies.
The picture clear, the sticks are here,
The features rare, the scripture there, you ain't sincere.
I'm not your friend, I get the chance,
So get the fuck, get the fuck, you don't compare.
To a real nigga with a real career,
What the fuck you talking I'm really here.
I shot the place, I walk the place up,
Fuck the place up, I put my foot upon your chest.
Your fatherless, I'm just the best,
You cooperate with me unless you get your vest.
You lose your vest, you lose your head,
You lose your neck, you lose your life, You lose your respect.
You lose your choice, you lose your voice,
You lose it all, you lose it all, it's only me.
Hallelujah, a black man, yeah strong.
Head strong to the whole beat, yeah uh, here am on.
Yeah a black man, is king, yeah huh,
Head strong.
Bouncing on the beat, uh yeah, uh Hallelujah!
It's only me in the Industry.
Ain't nobody else is as real as me.
Just jerked off now to some Beyonce porn.
I feel like jigga, I'm really on.
Don't fuck with me cause I'm hardly
fun. I separate the weak from the strong.
I separate the truth from the lies.
I separate the fruit from the thorns. ugh!
The game is on, fame is off, flaming man, gone again.
He came back, he burnt again,
He saved himself, he stayed the same, he shot the place.
He blamed zaph, the same raps,
We can't take that, take raps from your mind and make tracks.
They don't fuck with us, nigga we game smart.
Nigga, pop pop pop, and the safe blast.
Nigga pop pop pop and the chase back.
Nigga pop pop pop, and you stay wack.
Nigga pop pop pop and I stay rap.
You're a fuck fuck face, you don't get up.
You're a broke ass bitch with an Android.
I'ma run your clique like a bad boy.
I'ma start some beef cause I'm paranoid.
I'ma God in the flesh like Christ was.
Hallelujah, a black man, yeah strong.
Head strong to the whole beat, yeah uh, Here am on, yeah.
A black man, is king, yeah huh, head strong.
Bouncing on the beat, yeah uh, yeah uh Hallelujah!
Volte, Hallelujah
Yeah, hallelujah
Ride the place, shot the place,
We don't cooperate with the shit you wanna say.
They feel my song, I get the bonds,
I paid the price, another one, another chapter.
Another story another man,
Another father, this is the life of rappers.
I live my life to great expectations,
I crossed the bounds, I got my respect made son.
Hallelujah, a black man, yeah strong.
Head strong to the whole beat, yeah uh, Here am on, yeah
A black man, is king, Yeah huh, head strong.
Bouncing on the beat, uh yeah uh Hallelujah!
I mixed it though, the mystical,
The spiritual, meta physical, cryptic flow.
I'm with it though,
The criminal aspect of me, I don't tell you though.
You don't hear it.
This is me, I'm still preparing,
Changed appearance, I'm just flawless, head is hairless.
So despairing, though sincereless,
Still descendent, from the greatest, still repentant.
Forgive my sins, I give my greens,
I'm with my piece, I'm with my team, your pinching pennies.
The picture clear, the sticks are here,
The features rare, the scripture there, you ain't sincere.
I'm not your friend, I get the chance,
So get the fuck, get the fuck, you don't compare.
To a real nigga with a real career,
What the fuck you talking I'm really here.
I shot the place, I walk the place up,
Fuck the place up, I put my foot upon your chest.
Your fatherless, I'm just the best,
You cooperate with me unless you get your vest.
You lose your vest, you lose your head,
You lose your neck, you lose your life, You lose your respect.
You lose your choice, you lose your voice,
You lose it all, you lose it all, it's only me.
Hallelujah, a black man, yeah strong.
Head strong to the whole beat, yeah uh, here am on.
Yeah a black man, is king, yeah huh,
Head strong.
Bouncing on the beat, uh yeah, uh Hallelujah!
It's only me in the Industry.
Ain't nobody else is as real as me.
Just jerked off now to some Beyonce porn.
I feel like jigga, I'm really on.
Don't fuck with me cause I'm hardly
fun. I separate the weak from the strong.
I separate the truth from the lies.
I separate the fruit from the thorns. ugh!
The game is on, fame is off, flaming man, gone again.
He came back, he burnt again,
He saved himself, he stayed the same, he shot the place.
He blamed zaph, the same raps,
We can't take that, take raps from your mind and make tracks.
They don't fuck with us, nigga we game smart.
Nigga, pop pop pop, and the safe blast.
Nigga pop pop pop and the chase back.
Nigga pop pop pop, and you stay wack.
Nigga pop pop pop and I stay rap.
You're a fuck fuck face, you don't get up.
You're a broke ass bitch with an Android.
I'ma run your clique like a bad boy.
I'ma start some beef cause I'm paranoid.
I'ma God in the flesh like Christ was.
Hallelujah, a black man, yeah strong.
Head strong to the whole beat, yeah uh, Here am on, yeah.
A black man, is king, yeah huh, head strong.
Bouncing on the beat, yeah uh, yeah uh Hallelujah!
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Writer(s): Chinedu Nkwoemeka
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