Clipse, Pharrell Williams, Pusha T, Malice - By The Grace Of God (Official Lyric Video)

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Lyrics
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 till 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
Till 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
Codefendant cave in and lawyers couldn’t save him
All for the love of 580’s and a mixed * having ya baby
I done dodged strays crazy
Man, I think about this * daily

When the crew breaks apart, who takes the charge?
You face the cards, I lace the squad
Went from mason jars to crepe 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 MAC’s 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 * see the money, can’t make it (can’t make it)
Some * 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 (shhh)
You don’t trust me then we all weigh it
And it ain’t over till we all say it
And you ain’t shooting *, them guns are 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 crepe 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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