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Lord Above (feat. Fat Joe & Mary J. Blige)

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Lord Above (feat. Fat Joe & Mary J. Blige)

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Yeah

We cop new timepieces when these fools deny Jesus

Hate is a sin dog, be real

I got my hand on the pump

You on Twitter in your feels

Throwin' subs, arguin’ with chick

I pray for these niggas, same hands that I hustle with

Passin' the offering plates, I'm the preacher in foreign whips

Sermons and politics, miracles come with each and every flip

That dinero from zero, so heaven-sent

Immaculate, blessings with Mary, I reminisce

On days we was broke, all we had was some common sense

Last night, I had a nightmare, I was at the stove

I woke up in Paris, cookin’ up for hoes

That's why I thank the Lord for givin' me this life

And even when I'm gone, the music keepin' us alive

Yeah, it's called forever-ever

Ever-ever, ever-ever, family ties

Oh, oh

Yeah, yeah, oh

I'm so grateful, all I need is love

To the Lord above

G6 globals, who'da thunk it, from the projects

Eight balls, some poppy, went and dunked it in the Pyrex

Mischeaved his thoughts before seein’ the sauce

Told Montana in the G, chicky poo in the Porsche

The Frank Sinatra of the Spanish mobsters

We the Jimmy’s Cafe, ain't no need for operas

Had the fiends sing, Hallelujah, fuck the prosecutor

Gave my nigga fifty years, and he was not the shooter

Dig deep in your mind, no pressure, no diamonds

So we live a life, drop a hundred at the ferry, yeah

My chick’s in San Fran, but stay out my Bay Area

You salute the cross, or you rebuke the cross

Either way you meet the Lord when you get moved across

Death knockin' at your door got you squeezin' handle

And you ain't seen God ’till you starin down a barrel

Oh, oh

Yeah, yeah, oh

I'm so grateful, all I need is love

To the Lord above

I'm sittin' here, reminiscin', think I just got a lightbulb

Somethin' I'd like to mention, this is just on a side note

Word to the Terror Squad, Joe, this is all puns aside though

I know me and Mariah didn't end on a high note

But that other dude's whipped, that pussy got him neutered

Tried to tell him this chick's a nut job before he got his jewels clipped

Almost got my caboose kicked, fool, quit, you not gon' do shit

I let her chop my balls off, too fore' I lost to you, Nick

I should quit watchin' news clips, yeah

My balls are too big, I should be talkin' pool

'Cause I got scratches on my pocket, fall when I'm takin' shots at you

Fuck it, lemme chalk the cue stick

I'm over the top, like pool, whip

And I promise you the day I fall off or lose it

I will stop and cut off the music

Opportunist, wanna kill shit every chance that I got to do this

Stackin' my guap, savage, I'm not

To fool with, like a handgun, you could say I'm like a Gat when it's cocked

I keep it a (buck, buck) You're ass'll get shot

If rap was an actual Glock, you'd act like you strapped when you're not

Only cap that you pop is the top on the can of your pop

You the man 'till I pop your top

You ain't Jack in a Box

And I ain't talkin' a hamburger spot

Cracker with a barrel, armed to the teeth, Anderson. Paak

Rest in peace to Afeni and her son Pac

You sent me that plaque with his rhyme sheet, I haven't forgot

Blow 30 million in a month, call it Brewster's Millions

Just hope I don't lose the feelin', from soldier to civilian

Got everything I need but I don't even see myself in the future chillin'

Only thing I don't have in the booth's a ceiling, just call me the roofless villain

They telling' me sky's the limit, so I got my head in the clouds

Unicorn in human form, saw a gift horse, look him dead in the mouth

(And Lord) And Lord, good lookin' out, for sendin' me Edna and Charles

Whenever mom kicked me out of the house

They were the bomb, then you sent me L-L

All the times that I hated myself, since eleven or twelve

Only way that I knew how to better myself is when I bet against everyone else

So Joe hit the head on the nail

You ain't seen God 'till you starin down a barrel

I was gun shy, but now like a snail

The slug's comin' out of its shell

Oh, there's no hate in this world

That can make me give up

That can keep me stuck

Lord, I thank you (Lord, I thank you)

I thank you, I'm so grateful, so thankful, so thankful (so thankful)

Oh, oh, oh, oh, mm

I thank the Lord above

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo

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