Amazing Grace

[Intro] Regardless of how it goes down, life goes on, am I right? Am I right? Am I right? Just the way I've conditioned my mindset For me to stand position well, I can survive [Verse 1] Living a life of crime is nothing you should glamorize When seeing your mother smile you had to fantasize But now it's jellyfish in all the fish tanks So rich, think what's on a nigga wrist fake Ain't Jewish, thank jewelers for Frank Muellers Tenth grade, Mac 11s, they ain't school us Taught us to think foolish, degrade women Call all the bitches hoes, still amazed with them Corner educated, codeine medicated Every night we celebrated cause we elevated I am Michael Tyson, Robin Givens in the wind She knocking at the door, don't let that devil in Ordered her room service, caviar and cannabis She ordered the nose candy with the candles lit Am laid back, status of a Corleone Screaming Maybach with my yellow Rollie on [Chorus] All my watches designer, all my women designer Simple gifts from the Gods, I pray you all pray for survival Smiling in your face, Mac 11 on his waist Make or break your day better, say your amazing grace Now you beefing with motherfuckers you never heard of It's just another hurdle, they wanna see you murdered Or back to flippin' burgers, better bust your burners Say my amazing grace, before they reach they a verdict [Verse 2] Hey hells kitchen burning me a bell pepper Minus the lady, P.I. 80 cuz it smells better Say my amazing grace, she says it's just a phase Unless it's sustained, am not in this for fame Minus the hoe shit, the most 'emo-shit' Versace, Neils, 60 mils selling blow shit Coudn't make a layer, labelled a brick layer Pull up at the park in the six, player Six speed all the fares they can follow Am at the Delano, where my model mulatto Turn the strip club into an arcade For a coin you could play dem broads, broad day Get them junkies blowing before I master Donkey Kong Shit was funny till I started bringing money home Still think it's a game, aim at your high score Call it a rap beef, bitch I'm down to die for it [Chorus] [x2] [Outro] All my watches designer All my women designer They wanna see you murdered Better bust your burner That's all I know, got a feeling 100 million up, that's the realest (Maybach Music)