Testo SAY MY GRACE (feat. Travis Scott) - Offset feat. Travis Scott
Testo della canzone SAY MY GRACE (feat. Travis Scott) (Offset feat. Travis Scott), tratta dall'album SET IT OFF (Versions)
Whoa (shh, phew, phew, phew, phew, hey)
Made room on my plate, I just said my grace and then I ate
Got a particular taste, I just stuffed my pockets and my face
Okay, let's have a debate, we talkin' 'bout poppin', I promise I'm feelin' a way (who?)
I took the bodies up outta my closet, I buried 'em deep and they still in the way
I know some lil' niggas got baptized, trap guys (trap guys), they can't put the drillin' away (way)
Had to part ways with the sad vibes, bad guy, you might be a villain today (hey)
Ask God, "Why I didn't get an answer? (Why?) Why I lose my brother to bullets? (Why?)
Why I lose my grandma to cancer? (Why?) Why me, God? I need answers (why?)
Why young niggas straight out Atlanta? (Why?) Why the judge and the cops tryna jam us? (Why?)
Why I keep gettin' all of these chances? (Why?) Why me, God? I need answers (hey)
Speak your mind and you might get canceled (canceled), pinky ring, and it cost me a Phantom (Phantom)
Whack the witness, the evidence tampered (whack 'em), dirty money, the safe is the hamper (dirty money)
Yeah, my bitch, she a star and I stamped her (stamped her), PE Jordan 3, this a sampler (PE)
I don't wanna do it, but I gotta do it, gotta kill you, nigga, if it's me or you (hey)
He got fire, I got fire, nigga, lighter fluid (fire), got away from the haters, say, "Hallelujah" (bye)
Shit be crazy, this shit be the closest to you (crazy), it's okay 'cause they know that I come to do it (hey)
Hold your V up for Virgil, exclusive Louis (V), bitches geekin' and tweakin', I hit a U (geek)
Wrist is hittin' and glistenin', this shit a movie (glistenin'), if it's smoke at the door, then I'm tendin' to it (smoke)
Watch when I step, Murakami my belt (hey), angel on my shoulder, but the devil on the left (devils)
I got a mil', not a mil' for my shelf (million), I do it alone, I own myself ('lone)
Nigga, stay home 'fore your dome get left (baow), niggas playin' dirty, hit below my belt (dirty)
I'ma get the bag, do the show myself (show), do that shit again, I had to show myself (hey)
Made room on my plate, I just said my grace and then I ate
Got a particular taste, I just stuffed my pockets and my face
Okay, let's have a debate, we talkin' 'bout poppin', I promise I'm feelin' a way (who?)
I took the bodies up outta my closet, I buried 'em deep and they still in the way
I filled up the crib with cars, the halls, with all and all, I'm still havin' space (yeah, space)
Got a particular taste, picky eater, I guess, but I'm still stuffin' my face (yeah, yeah, yeah)
She got a natural wrap like a natural do, like the blunt, she don't like that shit laced (it's lit, whoo)
I was outside of the buildin', I'm ownin' the spot (whoo), want a B? Then you gotta have faith
I'm in a meditate state, ever since we lost bro, it ain't really much more I can take
I pop a ten when it's late, mama told me to pray, I do that 'cause you know I can't play (hey)
We flood the field up for real, we got rides in the back, but you know we ain't come here to play
You be up playin' the stakes, I be up playin' abroad with broads and mates (yeah, hey)
Made room on my plate, I just said my grace and then I ate
Got a particular taste, I just stuffed my pockets and my face
Okay, let's have a debate, we talkin' 'bout poppin', I promise I'm feelin' a way (who?)
I took the bodies up outta my closet, I buried 'em deep and they still in the way
Credits
Writer(s): Isaac De Boni, Anderson Hernandez, Jacques Webster, Douglas Ford, Kiari Cephus, Maneesh Bidaye, Tom Levesque
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