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

Get it, text a message I don't know the number Flexin' on these niggas, every bone and muscle Steady takin' shots, but never hurtin' numbers Even then, y'all don't worry nothin' And I'd like to give a shoutout to my niggas with the game plan And shoutouts all my niggas with escape plans Uh, twenty bands, rain dance We could either rain check or we can make plans Pockets loaded, rocket loaded, okay, let's rock and roll this Time to go, Lock, Stock and Two Smokin' Barrels Locked and loaded, diamonds glowin', chart-climbin' on 'em You think I'm jumpin' out the window how I got 'em open Line around the corner, line 'em up the block and over Times I even stop the smokin' 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, then 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, then 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 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 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, then 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, then 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, then 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, then break the law I take what's mine, then take some more It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours