Praise The Lord (Da Shine) (feat. Skepta)

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Text message I don't know the number

Flexin' on these niggas, every bone and muscle

Steady taking shots, never hurting nuttin'

Even then y'all don't worry none

And I'd like to give a shoutout to my niggas with the game plan

And shoutout to my niggas with escape plans, uh

Twenty bands

Rain dance

We can keep the rain check or we can make plans

Pockets loaded, rocket loaded, okay lets rock and roll this

Time to go, lock stock and two smoking barrels locked and loaded

Diamonds glowing, chart-climbing on 'em

You think I'm jumping out the window how I got 'em open?

Line around the corner, line 'em up to block and over

Times I even stop the smoking when it's time to focus

My shades, Dior

My pants, Velour

Create, explore, expand, conquer

I came

I saw

I came

I saw

I praise the Lord

And break the law

I take what's mine

Then take some more

It rains

It pours

It rains

It pours

I came

I saw

I came

I saw

I praise the Lord

And break the law

I take what's mine

Then take some more

It rains

It pours

It rains

It pours

Yeah

I sold

The pack

The loose

The hard

(Yeah) I listened to X

I peeped the bars

(Yeah) The snakes

The rats

The cats

The he dogs

The games, a trap

Protect, your heart (yeah)

I waited in line

Return, refine

The new design

It's time

To shine

To shine

To shine

To shine

To shine (shit)

I hustle

I flex

The world, is mine

So please, believe

Allow the greaze

These niggas, disease

Don't speak we squeeze (squeeze)

I make, the devil, go weak

The knees

You hate

You're lame

Your loss

I came

I saw

I came

I saw

I praise the Lord

And break the law

I take what's mine

Then take some more

It rains

It pours

It rains

It pours

I came

I saw

I came

I saw

I praise the Lord

And break the law

I take what's mine

Then take some more

It rains

It pours (uh)

It rains

It pours

She came

I came

Now what's my name?

My chain

My pants

My pants with the chain

They know, it's me

The hat and the shades

They heard my voice and they ran to the stage

My vans

My braids

My mans

My babe

My girls

My ex

My hoes that I left

The way, I stepped out the car that's a flex

Give thanks

Get fresh

Praise the Lord

Then finesse, bless

I came

I saw

I came

I saw

I praise the Lord

And break the law

I take what's mine

Then take some more

It rains

It pours

It rains

It pours

I came

I saw

I came

I saw

I praise the Lord

And break the law

I take what's mine

Then take some more

It rains

It pours

It rains

It pours