By The Grace Of God

By The Grace Of God - Clipse/Pharrell Williams/Pusha T/Malice

Lyrics by：Pharrell Williams/Terrence Thornton/Gene Thornton

Composed by：Pharrell Williams/Terrence Thornton/Gene Thornton

Produced by：Pharrell Williams

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've 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 MACs I squeezed

All the black crows I dreamed

Even the black cloud hovering

Couldn't touch me in the bulletproof Cullinan

Tears on my pillowcase

Was I spitting in yo' face

When you let me beat that case?

Some niggas see the money can't make it

Can't make it

Some niggas 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?

Salt bae it sprinkle it and sauté it

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 is 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've 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