Lord Knows (feat. Tory Lanez)

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All I wanted was a new Mercedes
 Bending off the corner whipping out the lot, I got it
 Women love me but the niggas hate it
 But how can I lose when I came from the bottom?
 Lord knows
 Nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows
 Nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows
 Nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows
 Uh, Lord knows I'm filthy rich
 All this ice is like 50 bricks
 Rap niggas throwing hissy fits
 I give my bitch a stack just for a Christmas gift
 And my bitch so bad, she on my Christmas list
 'Member I prayed, really I wished for this
 To get the crib with the maid and with the picket fence
 I'm with some niggas that mad, we taking risks for this
 I'm talking risky business, flick the wrist
 Lord knows that I repent for this
 But Lord knows if I get penned for this
 I prolly won't get home until I'm 56
 They say I'm the Messiah, you rappers is liars
 I sign up at church just to rap at the choir
 To spit my new verse at your wake while you're lying
 The middle of the church have you wake, no I'm lying
 I just came from jail, ain't do no crying
 They put me through hell, sharpened my iron
 I did my push-ups and I roared with the lions
 Like hold up, from balling I'm tired
 I'm back in this bitch and I'm back on my shit
 Man they tell me be humble, I'm cocky as hell
 Shout out my bitches that answered my calls
 When I called you collect 'cause it got me through hell
 Shout out that judge that denied me my bail
 It made me smarter and made me go harder
 They locked me up and slowed my album up
 But I did not give up 'cause I knew I would prevail
 Came in the game, Philly as shit
 Look at these rappers, they silly as shit
 I do not know why they be gassing these suckers
 But fuck 'em 'cause I am not feeling their shit
 Difference between me and most of these rappers
 I'm talking about work that I really put in
 Talking about pistols I put on my hip
 And I'm talking about foreigns I really could whip
 That I really done drove
 Really was froze in my hood and these bitches I really did hit
 Really was chose, came up from nothing
 And now they like, "How he made millions so quick?"
 I'm in the back and it feel like a sofa
 I done seen bitches I'm fuckin' on Oprah
 In my new mansion I feel like I'm Sosa
 A brick on the table ain't sniffing no coca, no way
 All I wanted was a new Mercedes
 Bending off the corner, whipping out the lot, I got it
 Women love me but the niggas hate it
 But how can I lose when I came from the bottom?
 Lord knows
 Nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows
 Nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows
 Nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows
 Uh, niggas can't see me with binoculars on
 Back of the Maybach, shottas on
 And all my niggas keep choppers on
 Don't reach round me, that's a chopper zone
 Every time you be on count, what the topic on?
 250 thou' what I dropped it on
 See y'all think it's a game 'til FOX be on
 CNN, momma picking out boxes for 'em
 I want everything, got my own boxers on
 Own headphones to get my popping on
 I got my own Pumas that I designed 'em for 'em
 Stick and moving on these niggas, get my boxing on
 All I ever hear from niggas is what they prolly doing
 But they be really talkin' 'bout what I be doing
 All black Rottweiler, that Givenchy on
 Drop top Rolls Royce but the top is on
 And the windows down like see y'all later
 Mirror tint on that bitch so you could see y'all hating
 Champagne cork pop like we all made it
 Ya'll looking from the sideline we all hate it
 Money don't make it real
 Don't give a fuck if its 80 mill', pussy
 And just 'cause you got a Bentley
 That Bentley won't make you thorough, pussy
 Still hating me from my city
 I'm thinking is they for real, pussies
 'Cause all I got to say is kill
 They come in like Navy Seals
 That's word to my momma, I promise I ain't doing no block
 And we shoot at you robbers and kill all you fuck niggas talking
 Lately I've been on this money
 Don't run it back up just to come and put you in a coffin
 I heard you said you was running this city
 I seen you in traffic and you was just walking
 Niggas be popping that shit like they with it
 When niggas start hitting all you did was talk it, you pussy
 All I wanted was a new Mercedes
 Bending off the corner, whipping out the lot, I got it
 Women love me but the niggas hate it
 But how can I lose when I came from the bottom?
 Lord knows
 Nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows
 Nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows
 Nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows
 

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05:18
Key
10
Tempo
167 BPM

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