
Mandate of Heaven ft. Jay Cinema & Johnny VúDOE Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
We takin' them to church and shit, you feel me?
We off the henny and shit
Niggas is about to rap, you know what I mean?
You know how niggas get down, fuck with us
Yo, yo, yo
Yo, I said me and Johnny like Con Roc Macry
He talk about the streets, I talk about the way my heart beat
We top tier, these other niggas is obsolete
I can't understand why they think they can fuck with me
Like, tell me who you wanna be
Niggas wanna cop, pleads
All I wanna do is be me
See, as far as eyes can tell I've been goin' through a lot of hell
Sometimes it's drugs I gotta sell
Sometimes it's from great heights I fell
Thought you was all the Mac when you was just a Dell
Bitches be fat like Adele
Ay, yo, we survived more war than these niggas could ever tell
You see where we dwell, of course we rebelled
You should never talk
Now I'm coming up MVP and show and tell
I fuck with VúDOE 'cause I know we not fraudulent
Survived the gauntlet, remorseless
Smacked the shit out of a white kid wearing moccasins
Had no pot to piss in, living in a city of sin
We was bound to win I was tryin' to get it in
I was trying to find a means to an end
Corners we bend
Niggas had to make a stand, niggas had to get a band
Niggas had to hit the scam, I was bound to win
I was bound to get my den I was hungry
Had the munchies, something funny
Ay, yo, never been a dummy, niggas can't get a thing from me Remember back when I was dusty
Pockets was dust bunnies
Looking back to the young me Oh man, he'd be proud of a nigga
I don't got much but soon enough stacking up big figures Performing in front of white folks saying"nigga", damn
If you call me fam, you can count on me in a pinch in a jam
No pork, we still go ham, niggas know I wanna ride up in the Jag Ride up in the Lamb
Niggas know I pass the test just like an exam
Fry up shit, something like a pan I don't give a damn
You got the bulls, you got the horns
Niggas feel so shitty, feel so scorned
Search me up on Google, got your bitch doin' porn
They act like that shit's the norm, put her in all sorts of forms
Kama Sutra flow
Put her on all fours, she's a whore
Q You Still Wear Socks and Sandals?