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Fat Joe

Lord Above

 

Lord Above

(album: Family Ties - 2019)


[Dre:]
Yeah
We cop new timepieces 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 niggas; 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

[Mary J. Blige:]
Oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, oh
I'm so grateful, all I need is love
To the Lord above

[Fat Joe:]
G6 globals, who'da thunk it, from the projects
Eight balls, some poppy, went and dunked it in the Pyrex
Mischievous thoughts 'fore seeing the sauce
Told Montana in the G, chicky poo in the Porsche
The Frank Sinatra of the Spanish mobsters
We the Jimmy's Cafe, ain't no need for operas
Had the fiends scream, "Hallelujah," fuck the prosecutor
Gave my nigga fifty years, and he was not the shooter
When they see us I'll have ticked refinement
Dig deep in your mind, no pressure, no diamonds
So we live a life, drop a hundred at the ferry, yeah
My chick's in San Fran, but stay out my bae area
You salute the cross, or you rebuke the cross
Either way you meet the Lord when you get moved across
Death knocking at your door got you squeezing handle
And you ain't seen God 'till you starin down a barrel

[Mary J. Blige:]
And I've been good, oh
All I need is love
To the Lord above

[Eminem:]
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 got him neutered
Tried to tell him this chick's a nutjob 'fore he got his jewels clipped
Almost got my caboose kicked, fool, quit, you not gon' do shit
I 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 scratches on my pocket, fall when I'm taking shots at you
Fuck it, lemme 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, wanna kill 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 strapped when you're not
Only cap that you pop is the top on the can of your pop
You the man 'til I pop your top
You ain't Jack in a Box
And I ain't talking a hamburger spot
Cracker with the barrel, armed to the teeth, Anderson .Paak (Yeah)
Rest in peace to Afeni and her son Pac
You sent me that plaque with his rhyme sheet, I haven't forgot (Nah)
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) And Lord, good looking out, for sending me Edna and Charles
Whenever mom kicked me out of the house
They were the bomb, then you sent me L-L
All the times that I hated myself, since eleven or twelve
Only way that I knew how to better myself is when I'm bet against by everyone else
So Joe hit the head on the nail
You ain't seen God 'til you staring down a barrel
I was gun-shy, but now like a snail
The slug's coming out of its shell

[Mary J. Blige:]
Oh, there's no hate in this world
That can make me give up
That can keep me stuck
Lord, I thank you (Lord, I thank you)
I thank you, I'm so grateful, so thankful, so thankful (So thankful)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, mm
I thank the Lord above
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo

done

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