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By The Grace Of God

Clipse/Pharrell Willams/Pusha T/Malicehuatong
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The Devil's tapping on shoulders

He's tryna get to know ya, the right time to fold ya

I'm losing saints and my soldiers

It's all Lodi Dodi 'til you looking at the body

Smiles I'll never see again, never be a "we" again

Cleaning out your closet, the one you kept your demons in

Hard for me to breathe again

I'ma blame your head, not your heart, 'til we meet again

Easily, I coulda been one of them

Locked up and never get to see the sun again

Burning buildings, I kept running in

The allure every time I flew a hunnid in

Co-defendant cave in and lawyers couldn't save him

All for the love of 580s and a mixed b***h having your baby

I done dodged strays crazy

Man, I think about this s**t daily

When the crew breaks apart, who takes the charge?

You face the cards, I lace the squad

Went from mason jars to crêpe tartare's

Escape the odds by the Grace of God

I seen killers and kingpins sing behind the wall

I watched many men die 'cause no one would make the call

I've seen entire empires crumble and fall

Yes, I've seen it all, they missed this wall

By the Grace of God

All the black cats I seen

All the black MACs I squeezed, all the black crows I dreamed

Even the black cloud hovering

Couldn't touch me in the bulletproof Cullinan

Tears on my pillow case

Was I spitting in yo' face when you let me beat that case? (Ha)

Some niggas see the money, can't make it (can't make it)

Some niggas get the money, can't take it (can't take it)

Gotta realize that they was naked (naked)

Was I cooking death when I was baking (uh)

Salt Bae it, sprinkle it and sauté it (shh)

You don't trust me, then we all weigh it

And it ain't over 'til we all say it (yeah)

And you ain't shooting shit, them guns is archaic

In closing, I see I'm chosen, all my pressure points frozen

You know how it goes

When the crew breaks apart, who takes the charge?

You face the cards, I lace the squad

Went from mason jars to crêpe tartare's

Escape the odds by the Grace of God

I seen killers and kingpins sing behind the wall

I watched many men die 'cause no one would make the call

I've seen entire empires crumble and fall

Yes, I've seen it all, they missed this wall (yeah)

By the Grace of God

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