Lord Knows lyrics

by

The Notorious B.I.G.


[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
All I wanted was a new Mercedes
Bending off the corner whipping out the lot, I got it
Women love me but the n*ggas hate it
But how can I lose when I came from the bottom?
Lord knows
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[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Uh, Lord knows I'm filthy rich
All this ice is like fifty bricks
Rap n*ggas throwing hissy fits
I give my b*tch a stack just for a Christmas gift
And my b*tch so bad, she on my Christmas list
'Member I prayed, really I wished for this
To get the crib with the maid and with the picket fence
I'm with some n*ggas that mad, we taking risks for this
I'm talking risky business, flick the wrist
Lord knows that I repent for this
But Lord knows if I get penned for this
I prolly won't get home until I'm fifty-six
They say I'm the Messiah, you rappers is liars
I sign up at church just to rap at the choir
To spit my new verse at your wake while you're lying
The middle of the church have you wake, no I'm lying
I just came from jail, ain't do no crying
They put me through hell, sharpened my iron
I did my push-ups and I roared with the lions
Like hold up, from balling I'm tired
I'm back in this b*tch and I'm back on my sh*t
Man they tell me be humble, I'm c*cky as hell
Shout out my b*tches that answered my calls
When I called you collect cause it got me through hell
Shout out that judge that denied me my bail
It made me smarter and made me go harder
They locked me up and slowed my album up
But I did not give up cause I knew I would prevail
Came in the game, Philly as sh*t
Look at these rappers, they silly as sh*t
I do not know why they be gassing these suckers
But f*ck 'em cause I am not feeling their sh*t
Difference between me and most of these rappers
I'm talking about work that I really put in
Talking about pistols I put on my hip
And I'm talking about foreigns I really could whip
That I really done drove
Really was froze in my hood and these b*tches I really did hit
Really was chose, came up from nothing
And now they like, "How he made millions so quick?"
I'm in the back and it feel like a sofa
I done seen b*tches I'm f*ckin' on Oprah
In my new mansion I feel like I'm Sosa
A brick on the table ain't sniffing no coca, no way
[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
All I wanted was a new Mercedes
Bending off the corner, whipping out the lot, I got it
Women love me but the n*ggas hate it
But how can I lose when I came from the bottom?
Lord knows
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[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Uh, n*ggas can't see me with binoculars on
Back of the Maybach, shottas on
And all my n*ggas keep choppers on
Don't reach round me, that's a chopper zone
Every time you be on count, what the topic on?
Two hundred and fifty thou' what I dropped it on
See y'all think it's a game 'til FOX be on
CNN, momma picking out boxes for 'em
I want everything, got my own boxers on
Own headphones to get my popping on
I got my own Pumas that I designed 'em for 'em
Stick and moving on these n*ggas, get my boxing on
All I ever hear from n*ggas is what they prolly doing
But they be really talkin' 'bout what I be doing
All black Rottweiler, that Givenchy on
Drop top Rolls Royce but the top is on
And the windows down like see y'all later
Mirror tint on that b*tch so you could see y'all hating
Champagne cork pop like we all made it
Ya'll looking from the sideline we all hate it
Money don't make it real
Don't give a f*ck if its eighty mill', pus*y
And just cause you got a Bentley
That Bentley won't make you thorough, pus*y
Still hating me from my city
I'm thinking is they for real, pussies
Cause all I got to say is kill
They'll come in like Navy Seals
That's word to my momma, I promise I ain't doing no block
And we shoot at you robbers and kill all you f*ck n*ggas talking
Lately I've been on this money
Don't run it back up just to come and put you in a coffin
I heard you said you was running this city
I seen you in traffic and you was just walking
n*ggas be popping that sh*t like they with it
When n*ggas start hitting all you did was talk it, you pus*y
[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
All I wanted was a new Mercedes
Bending off the corner, whipping out the lot, I got it
Women love me but the n*ggas hate it
But how can I lose when I came from the bottom?
Lord knows
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