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 taking shots, but never hurting numbers Even then, y'all don't worry nothin' And I'd like to give a shout-out to my niggas with a game plan And shout-outs to 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 It's time to go, Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels Locked and loaded, diamonds glowing, chart-climbing on 'em You'd think I'm jumping out the window how I got 'em open Line around the corner, line 'em up the block and over Sometimes 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, 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 game's 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 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, 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 babes 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