Remove AdsOriginal Key: G# Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 75
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
[INTRO]
G#m7 C#m In God's hands (Conductor)
C#m G#m7 Be grateful
G#m7 C#m That He was there
C#m Glory (Yeah)
G#m7 I'm out here on the road
C#m You can hear it in the voice (Glory)
G#m7 Ah em, still get this shit off, though
G#m7 Look
[VERSE ONE]
C#m G#m7 The money speakin' for itself, I call it fortune tell
G#m7 C#m Fire top from a bitch that work at corporate sales
C#m Chinchilla ushanka, we skiin' out in Courchevel
G#m7 Breakin' news, they tried to kill him, but the boy prevails
C#m I leave for tour and my niggas fuckin' Go to jail
G#m7 Preachin' to the dogs 'bout wantin' more for themselves
C#m It's weighin' heavy on my moral scale
G#m7 Knowin' they gon' sell another citizen 'cane, they think they Orson Welles
C#m Walk in Chanel, they like, "How the fuck you need more Chanel?"
G#m7 I got these cats tuckin' tails on fourth quarter sales
C#m I'm used to seein' tears drop over enormous meals
G#m7 The restaurant clears out, faint echoes of Lauryn Hill
C#m I say, "We gotta talk about us," I feel like Jordan Peele
G#m7 Could tell I'm gettin' under your skin like a orange peel
C#m 'Cause your words don't match your actions like a foreign film
G#m7 And now it's silence in the Lamb' like the horror film
C#m Things get quiet after me statin' the obvious
G#m7 Things get kinky after fifteen years of dominance
C#m That October sky is lookin' ominous
G#m7 The money is autonomous
G#m7 Shout' to Oliver North, he out in Rome doin' Toronto shit
G#m7 G#m7 And Jeremiah the watchdog, you niggas know what time it is
C#m C#m I'm in and out of Houston Hobby so much, I'm a hobbyist
G#m7 Hoes waitin' on Cench in the lobby, that boy a lobbyist
C#m Savage got a green card straight out of the consulate
G#m7 Where I go, you go, brother, we Yugoslavian
C#m Formal is the dress code, dawg, so many checks owed
C#m G#m7 I feel Czechoslovakian, nigga, what the fuck?
G#m7 C#m Nah, I'm movin' different right now, for real, like
C#m G#m7 I feel like if Mike switched out the glove for the pen, like
G#m7 C#m This shit just too enticing right now, you know?
C#m Look
[VERSE TWO]
C#m G#m7 Diamonds Do the silly dance, I raise up the wine glass
C#m Metal detectors beepin' and security bypass
C#m G#m7 The numbers goin' up, someone pull up the line graph
G#m7 C#m The days are goin' by, it's like I'm livin' in time lapse
G#m7 Been talkin' to Adel like he majored in finance
G#m7 C#m Shania Twain, notepad, I'm makin' it line dance
C#m G#m7 You tryna rob me, and it's gon' feel like you
G#m7 C#m sittin' at your favorite restaurant 'cause, nigga, that's where you dyin' at
C#m G#m7 Mob ties, I swear we like a bitch with fine sisters
G#m7 C#m and fine cousins, the family all bad
C#m G#m7 I'm preachin' to the dawgs about cleanin' they images
G#m7 C#m I swear I'm like a young T.D. Jakes to my menaces
G#m7 Long kiss goodnight, PDA for my nemesis
G#m7 C#m Three hunnid acres, PGA on the premises
C#m G#m7 That's what's really brackin' like this verse in parentheses
G#m7 I'm givin' hits to niggas on some, don't even mention it
Like, don't even worry about it, like
C#m You can hit me back whenever, or
G#m7 Or don't, you know?
G#m7 C#m It is what it is, I guess
C#m Yeah, hm
C#m Look
[VERSE THREE]
C#m G#m7 You young boys take some of that money and set it aside
G#m7 C#m Not havin' enough to pay your tax is a federal crime
C#m G#m7 You niggas obsessed with me, and it's not on no hetero vibe
G#m7 C#m Handle beef so quiet, you think that I'm lettin' it slide
C#m G#m7 Next thing you know, we tip toein' past enemy lines
G#m7 C#m Diss me so long ago, we making your memories fly
C#m G#m7 Conspiracy theories start floatin' 'round like the Kennedy guy
G#m7 C#m I'll prolly hold a grudge against you guys 'til I'm seventy five
C#m G#m7 Ayy, niggas lyin' for a livin', I couldn't relate
G#m7 C#m We all gotta lay in the bed we make, but that couldn't be Drake
C#m G#m7 You forced a lot of fake love when real ones stood in your face
G#m7 C#m That's why you got deserted by your niggas like puddin' and cake
C#m G#m7 I got you on camera bowin' down, but the footage is safe
G#m7 C#m Thank God, another USB to put in the safe
C#m G#m7 Thank God, at the crib, dippin' my foot in the lake
G#m7 C#m I swear that y'all turned me into the villain, I couldn't escape
C#m Not sayin' I'm the best at what I do
G#m7 I'm just sayin' that it's me versus whoever wanna lose
C#m G#m7 Pick any one of the Who's Whos, I got .22s for new crews
G#m7 C#m R.I.P. to the DJ from Houston, we loose screws
C#m Helicopters, cop lights, and news crews
G#m7 C#m Niggas steady cryin' to my daddy, well, boo hoo
C#m G#m7 You prolly heard a lot about the boy, well, true, true, haha
[OUTRO]
(In God's hands) Yeah
(Be grateful)
(That He was there)
Video
Add a video
