Hallelujah (Explicit)

Godfather of Harlem/A$AP Ferg/Wale/Buddy

Lyrics by：Simmie Sims III/Darold Brown/Olubowale Akintimehin/Kasseem Dean/Daniel Bevilacqua/Marie-Pierre Chevalier

Composed by：Simmie Sims III/Darold Brown/Olubowale Akintimehin/Kasseem Dean/Daniel Bevilacqua/Marie-Pierre Chevalier

Buddy：

Yeah ooh

Huh

Yeah hey uh ooh

Yeah okay okay

Yeah

Hallelujah I manoeuvre

I'm the driver and the shooter

Out here n***a you can lose your soul

Be careful n***a you better be humble

We living whatever we come for

Who do you think you're talking to

I'm not the one you wanna run into

A$AP Ferg：

In love with the hustle and I want the bank

I want the throne I am the king

Walking like Frank I'm in a mink

I'm wit' a ting sit by the ring

Power and money just sit on my brain

S**t for the birds can't sit in the

Diamonds and pearls sit in my ring

That's for the girls sit on my thing

I'm with the mob I'm with the truce

Ridin' with me 'cause they know I'm the truth

I get them calls house with the roof

Dodging them balls I want the loot

Praying to God that he get me through

We goin' through wars I ain't Finn lose

Nobody else can do what I do

Nobody ever gon' walk in my shoes

Buddy/A$AP Ferg：

Hallelujah I manoeuvre

I'm the driver and the shooter

Out here n***a you can lose your soul

Be careful n***a you better be humble

We living whatever we come for

Who do you think you're talking to

I'm not the one you wanna run into

Hallelujah I manoeuvre

I'm the driver and the shooter

Out here n***a you can lose your soul

Be careful n***a you better be humble

We living whatever we come for

Who do you think you're talking to

I'm not the one you wanna run into

Wale：

Look I'm sick of these n***as I'm tired

I really been tryna hide the feeling I live wit'

My mind I messed up my ammunition is infinite

Y'all about to trigger me boo

Folarin just stepped in the room

Y'all ain't accepting the truth yeah

I'm at the top of my class

May take a helicopter to my renuion uh

Really I'm 'bout to be cutthroat

'Cause really I'on give a f**k though

Silly b***hes get they cell blocked for being phoney

I ain't gusto

Got it all off the muscle

Dig dirt where's the shovel

Can I get seven Hallelujah's

God good this ain't luck though

Buddy/A$AP Ferg：

Hallelujah I manoeuvre

I'm the driver and the shooter

Out here n***a you can lose your soul

Be careful n***a you better be humble

We living whatever we come for

Who do you think you're talking to

I'm not the one you wanna run into

A$AP Ferg：

I want it all know it's a risk

I wanna ball I wanna glist'

You in my way you bound to get hit

Power and money come over a b***h

Sit at the table and talk to the clique

I got a plan we could get rich

Bigger than corners and makin' a pitch

Bigger than bottles and trippin' a brick

I'm in the mix throw the assist

We can make hits spit from the lips

Couple of models be shakin' they hips

Goin' full throttle 'cause I'm wit' the s**ts

Nobody else do it bigger than this

Nobody else in the building like this

Nobody else make a killing like this

Nobody else that be killin' this s**t

Buddy/A$AP Ferg：

Yeah hallelujah I manoeuvre

I'm the driver and the shooter

Out here n***a you can lose your soul

Be careful n***a you better be humble

We living whatever we come for

Who do you think you're talking to

I'm not the one you wanna run into

Hallelujah I manoeuvre

I'm the driver and the shooter

Out here n***a you can lose your soul

Be careful n***a you better be humble

We living whatever we come for

Who do you think you're talking to

I'm not the one you wanna run into