[Intro]
How you at the front of the motherfuckin' crowd
With a sad face?
Fix your motherfuckin' face
Let's go
Yeah, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
You know I love you, so I say this shit with love
But please tell your fans they need to shut the fuck up
I'm doin' real shit, some never-worry-'bout-a-bill shit
Some build a house on the hill, shit
The money's gravy, it's coming crazy
My big sis just had another baby, popped 'em out the labia
My other nephew sittin' in the class with a broken knuckle
He had to beat a n***a ass for talkin' 'bout his uncle
Now listen, I ain't sayin' I condone that shit
Fuck it, yeah, I said it, I condone that shit
Choke that n***a out (Choke that n***a out)
Go corona on that bitch
Walk that n***a like a dog, nephew, own that bitch!
Yesterday, just a day, everyday
I'm on this planet turnin' lemons into lemonade
And lemonade to millions, and better days
How the fuck I get this fuckin' rich from makin' melodies?
How the fuck I keep all to myself and still got enemies?
How the fuck I get so many wins on my itinerary
It's January, but I already feel the summer
Because it's mine, n***a, R.I.P. to Lil' Hummer
Nasarati, we up
[Chorus]
Lean on my body, Lord (Amen, amen, amen)
Bring blessings on my soul (Amen, amen, amen, amen)
And when the war is over (Thank you)
See it's time to tell the world the war is won (Yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
You know I'm sittin' on, sittin' on Balmains
Money keep-keep-keep-keep-keep comin', comin'
Sittin' on, sittin' on Balmains
Money keep-keep-keep-keep-keep comin', comin' (Man, wake this shit up)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, if I was God I wouldn't save y'all n***as
Like a suicidal bitch, I would blade y'all n***as
Y'all my sons, but I wish I never made y'all n***as
Y'all my sons, but I might just Marvin Gaye y'all n***as
Bitch, I'm back like I left somethin'
Hol' up everybody, Nasarati's got his next one
My next move always gon' be better than your best one
You bitches couldn't even see Lil Nas-y in a warmup, a tryout, a test run
Anyways, I'm back like a vertebrae
I can drop a sex tape and win a VMA
I'm the devil in disguise, but I'm givin' face
When I walk in the room, bitches better pray
[Chorus]
Lean on my body, Lord (Amen, amen, amen)
Bring blessings on my soul (Amen, amen, amen, amen)
And when the war is over (Thank you)
See it's time to tell the world the war is won (Yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
You know I'm sittin' on, sittin' on Balmains
Money keep-keep-keep-keep-keep comin', comin'
Sittin' on, sittin' on Balmains
Money keep-keep-keep-keep-keep comin', comin'

[Outro]
They don't want me to want it
Praise the Lord, they breathin' on me
Save me lord, they schemin' on me
Save your love, it's leanin' on me
(The war is over)