Lord

Excerpt: Talk to me if you can somebody. Whenever God provides you with options, he has already Presupposed that the enemy is gon block some stuff Oh, you wanted me to stand here & tell you to "name it Claim it”, “blab it, grab it”, “see it, receive it”, “God’s God it” “Go get it”, “Call it & haul it.” I cannot stand here & invite You down the aisle, rub a little oil on yo head, blow my breath In yo face, knock you out, pick you up, tell you God is doing A new thing but leave me an offering -- I get the blessing, you leave with the burden...I can’t tell you that. In the name of Jesus… You must not know there’s power in that name [Verse 1] I swear these niggas praying for my downfall Wanna see my life just break to pieces Y'all wanna take some shots Well let the rounds fall That shit y'all talkin nothing but a thesis I steez, I steez I get that cake I flip the shit like Gabby Believe when we exit the states Them euros coming fast We pass on shit y'all jump through loops for I ain't never lied, Still hustle for paper But a bitch will never try me And I'll never love hater You may see me move in silence But you still can catch the fade I got the Juan Marquez for a hoe Who cares for a hoe? Fade up I only make moves for the paper Skwäd look dictators And y'all look dick takers I made a vow to show these niggas who the coldest I met a few real niggas, now my crew coldest No fucking the Skwäd, swear to God No fucking the Skwäd, swear to God Excerpt: Is there anybody that can testify That when I look over my life. I can’t help But testify that the Lord has been blessing me [Hook] Lord (Mhm) Tell ‘em that the flood here (right) Woo, Lord... Tell ‘em that the flood here (right) [Verse 2] I swear these niggas praying in my downfall Fuck them all & best believe I mean it Wanna take some shots, well let the rounds fall All tht shit y'all talkin just a thesis My nigga Noah killin’ Shook the city, did ya peep it? Fuck around & drown With all that bullshit that ya thinkin' I never been hater But I hate these niggas beefing If you knew just what we knew You’d shut the fuck up & be seated Say fuck all the talking, pay the dough, nigga If it ain't the budget, say no more, nigga This crabs stuck in a bucket shit is sickening What y’all do makes me no difference I swear I just want my money God’s my witness, nigga I’m bout my business, nigga That Holy Water on my mantle Ain’t no slipping, nigga No fucking the Skwäd, swear to God No fucking the Skwäd, swear to God Excerpt: When you’ve been in the wilderness… Somebody in here ought to be able to testify That the Lord has been provide. Say it… [Hook]