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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fat Joe
Performer
Dre
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mary J. Blige
Songwriter
Joseph Cartagena
Songwriter
Andre Lyon
Songwriter
Rayshon Cobbs, Jr.
Songwriter
Marshall Mathers
Songwriter
Marcello Valenzano
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dre
Producer
808 Ray
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, we cop new time pieces 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, throwing subs, arguing with chicks
I pray for these ****, same hands that I hustle with
Passing 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 from 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 cooking up for Hov
That's why I thank the Lord for giving me this life
And even when I'm gone, the music keeping us alive
Yeah, it's called forever-ever, ever-ever, ever-ever, family ties
[Verse 2]
Oh, yeah, yeah, oh
I'm so grateful, all I need is love
To the Lord above
[Verse 3]
G6 Globals, who'da thunk it? From the projects
8-balls from Papi, went and dunked it in the pyrex
Mischievous thoughts, foreseeing the sauce
Ton' Montana in the G, chicky-poo in the Porsche
The Frank Sinatra of the Spanish mobsters
We did Jimmy's Cafe, ain't no need for operas
Had the fiend scream, "Hallelujah", fuck the prosecutor
Gave my **** 50 years and he was not the shooter
When they see us, solitary confinement
Dig deep in your mind, no pressure, no diamonds
So we living life, dropped a hundred at the ferry, yeah
My chick's from San Fran but stay out my Bae Area
You salute the cross or you rebuke your cross
Either way you meet the Lord when you get moved across
Death knocking at your door, got ya squeezing handles
And you ain't seen God till you staring down a barrel
[Verse 4]
And I been good, ooh
All I need is love
To the Lord above
[Verse 5]
I'm sitting here reminiscing, think I just got a lightbulb
Something 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's got him neutered
Tried to tell him this chick's a nut job 'fore he got his jewels clipped
Almost got my caboose kicked, fool quit, you're not gon' do shit
I'd let her chop my balls off too 'fore I lost to you, Nick
I should quit watching news clips , yeah my balls are too big
I should be talking pool 'cause I got scratch so my pocket's full
And I'm taking shots at you, fuck it, let me chalk the cue stick
I'm over the top like cool whip and I promise you
The day I fall off or lose it I will stop and cut off the music
Opportunist, woulda killed shit every chance that I got to do this
Stacking 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, your ass'll get shot
If rap was an actual Glock, you'd act like you're strapped when you're not
Only cap that you pop is 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 talking the hamburger spot, cracker with the 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 feeling, from soldier to civilian
Got everything I need but I don't even see myself in the future chilling
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, looked him dead in the mouth
And Lord, good looking out for sending me Edna and Charles
Whenever Mom kicked me outta the house
They were the bomb, then you sent me LL
All the time that I hated myself, since 11 and 12
Only way that I knew how to better myself
Was when I'm bet against by everyone else
So Joe hit the head on the nail, you ain't see God till you're staring down a barrel
I was gun shy but now like a snail, this slug's coming out of it's shell
[Verse 6]
There's no hate in this world that can make me give up
That can keep me stuck
Lord, I thank you
I thank you, I'm so grateful, so thankful, so thankful
Oh
Oh, ooh
I thank the Lord above, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Written by: Alexander Smith, Andre Lyon, Anthony Hestor, Joseph Cartagena, Marcello Valenzano, Marshall Mathers, Mary J. Blige, Rayshon Cobbs, Jr., Rayshon Lamont Cobbs