Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lord Above, artist - Fat Joe. Album song Family Ties, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, RNG
Song language: English
Lord Above |
| And I’ve been good, oh |
| All I need is love |
| To the Lord above |
| I’m sittin' here reminiscin' |
| Think I just got a lightbulb |
| Somethin' 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 watchin' news clips, yeah |
| My balls are too big, I should be talkin' pool 'cause I got scratch |
| So my pockets full when I’m takin' 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 |
| Stackin' 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 talkin' 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 feelin', from soldier to civilian |
| Got everything I need |
| But I don’t even see myself in the future chillin' |
| Only thing I don’t have in the booth’s a ceiling |
| Just call me The Roofless Villain |
| They tellin' 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 lookin' out |
| For sendin' me Edna and Charles |
| Whenever Mom kicked me out of the house |
| They were the bomb, then you sent me LL |
| 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 starin' down a barrel |
| I was gun-shy, but now like a snail |
| The slug’s comin' out of its shell |
| 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 |