Amen
Just thank the Lord, say (ooh)
Had to keep my guap safe (ooh), since I had my space (yeah)
Yeah, I been a- ooh (ooh)
Yeah, I been on top, aye (yeah) that boy blocked, bae (oh, oh)
You got opps, ain't you? (Oh)
No, we ain't all angels (damn), we got that Palm Angels (yeah)
I got game, Saints Row (woah-oh)
E.T., I go outer space, just go back home
I'm out of this world, out-of-body experience
Aye, say I'm living too fast and furious
Yeah, ain't no holding back
Nigga talk, now you still hold on to that (why?)
Nigga like me (me), hold a hundred damn racks (damn)
I just get my guap (yeah), yeah I hold on that (damn)
How it feel, yeah, to hold a hundred damn racks (they don't know)
How it feel, yeah, to hold a hundred damn racks (you don't know)
On my shoulder, yeah (pads)
Damn, it feel like I got on shoulder-pads (yeah)
Damn, it feel like I got on shoulder, aye (yeah)
Fuck that bitch, she cryin' on your shoulder, yeah (wah-wah-wah)
'Cause she know now, that it's over, yeah (yeah)
Damn, I thought I, damn, I thought I told you, yeah (yeah)
Running up the bag, watch my Achilles
Bitch I got the glide when I walk like the Heely's, aye
Bitch I got the ties in New York, you in Philly, aye
We ain't had no ride, had to walk, do you feel me? (Feel me)
Yeah, these niggas don't know me like they think they do (oh, no)
I'm getting this guap
But that don't mean I won't say somethin' to you (shh)
I'm gettin' this guap
But I ain't got much time, yeah, to talk to you
When you gettin' the guap
They just really wanna find time to talk to you (shh)
Aye, aye, hey, say my prayers, hey, round up the days, hey
I'm prepared, hey, for anything, hey, come my way, hey
Yeah, yeah, say my prayers, wait
Just thank the Lord, say (ooh)
Had to keep my guap safe (ooh), since I had my space (yeah)
Yeah, I been a- ooh (ooh)
Yeah, I been on top, aye (yeah) that boy blocked, bae (oh, oh)
You got opps, ain't you? (Oh)
No, we ain't all angels (damn), we got that Palm Angels (yeah)
I got game, Saints Row (woah-oh)
E.T., I go outer space, just go back home
I'm out of this world, out-of-body experience
Aye, say I'm living too fast and furious
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na-na, na-na, na-na
Na, na, na-na, na-na
Sweet and nice
Sweet and nice
Sweet and nice
Now put upon ends
Give me woman a-sweet at night
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Had to keep my guap safe (ooh), since I had my space (yeah)
Yeah, I been a- ooh (ooh)
Yeah, I been on top, aye (yeah) that boy blocked, bae (oh, oh)
You got opps, ain't you? (Oh)
No, we ain't all angels (damn), we got that Palm Angels (yeah)
I got game, Saints Row (woah-oh)
E.T., I go outer space, just go back home
I'm out of this world, out-of-body experience
Aye, say I'm living too fast and furious
Yeah, ain't no holding back
Nigga talk, now you still hold on to that (why?)
Nigga like me (me), hold a hundred damn racks (damn)
I just get my guap (yeah), yeah I hold on that (damn)
How it feel, yeah, to hold a hundred damn racks (they don't know)
How it feel, yeah, to hold a hundred damn racks (you don't know)
On my shoulder, yeah (pads)
Damn, it feel like I got on shoulder-pads (yeah)
Damn, it feel like I got on shoulder, aye (yeah)
Fuck that bitch, she cryin' on your shoulder, yeah (wah-wah-wah)
'Cause she know now, that it's over, yeah (yeah)
Damn, I thought I, damn, I thought I told you, yeah (yeah)
Running up the bag, watch my Achilles
Bitch I got the glide when I walk like the Heely's, aye
Bitch I got the ties in New York, you in Philly, aye
We ain't had no ride, had to walk, do you feel me? (Feel me)
Yeah, these niggas don't know me like they think they do (oh, no)
I'm getting this guap
But that don't mean I won't say somethin' to you (shh)
I'm gettin' this guap
But I ain't got much time, yeah, to talk to you
When you gettin' the guap
They just really wanna find time to talk to you (shh)
Aye, aye, hey, say my prayers, hey, round up the days, hey
I'm prepared, hey, for anything, hey, come my way, hey
Yeah, yeah, say my prayers, wait
Just thank the Lord, say (ooh)
Had to keep my guap safe (ooh), since I had my space (yeah)
Yeah, I been a- ooh (ooh)
Yeah, I been on top, aye (yeah) that boy blocked, bae (oh, oh)
You got opps, ain't you? (Oh)
No, we ain't all angels (damn), we got that Palm Angels (yeah)
I got game, Saints Row (woah-oh)
E.T., I go outer space, just go back home
I'm out of this world, out-of-body experience
Aye, say I'm living too fast and furious
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na-na, na-na, na-na
Na, na, na-na, na-na
Sweet and nice
Sweet and nice
Sweet and nice
Now put upon ends
Give me woman a-sweet at night
Next track
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Writer(s): Jordan Timothy Jenks
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