Hallelujah!

Prod Ty, Trent Seymore

Oh, yeah, it's that old funky funk
On God, shit
Anytime I walk through a door, I pique interest
Niggas used to say I was soft, they speak different
How the fuck you snitch on your team? Weak sentence
Niggas really fools for the gold, cheap pendants
Chef cookin' up, cause I know that you need seconds
Told her, give me time and I'ma be a damn legend
These boys only tough when they be carrying a weapon
Claiming she a baddie, but you're marrying a seven
God damn
Still repping Konkrete, I'm the founder
Yeah, you saw me with your girl, what about her?
He tried to swing on me, I hit him with a counter
Feel like Vegeta crushing niggas like a scouter
All purple on me, lookin' like I'm Chowder
Left some niggas in the dust, boy, you powder
He got a penny for his Oscar, now I'm prouder
He went ghost, but I'm a star with the power
Why these niggas thinking they a match aye
More in cabbage than them bitches in the patch aye
These niggas feds damn near showing me their badge aye
I'm just hoping that your doggie not attached
Took this time off and used it for my growth
A few times where a nigga lost hope
I know they wanted me to change up the approach
Smart, but I'm ignorant, I really do and both
I can drop a song if it's not good to me
The Clipse I put together do not work with Pusha T
10K for a show and they booking me
I remember in them days when we couldn't eat
Flash forward, now we eating off a big plate, Main goal with my niggas is to get paid
Foundation, I been watchin' every brick laid
How can I switch? I been the same kid since 5th grade
She just want the moolah, We gon' break the bank
Told them hallelujah, and we givin' thanks
Go to war like, hoorah! we gon' bring the tanks
She think she a cougar, we don't got complaints
She just want the moolah, We gon' break the bank
Told them hallelujah, and we givin' thanks
Go to war like, hoorah! we gon' bring the tanks
I think she a cougar, we don't got complaints
Hold on, niggas dry so I'm bringin' that Oasis
I told these labels better talk to me with patience
I keep it movin' and I'm runnin' all the bases
Nineteen, I swear I had some different phases
He call me big bro, bitch we not related
Best under twenty-five, how is that debated, And when I'm twenty-five, the best of all Ages
Feelin' like I'm Drake in 'eighteen, I'm so Jaded
I be real, rapping your shit is all for looks
Chef cookin' up, this shit is off the hook
Posting up a chain, that shit is often took
Side kick to the main you took Robin book
Fuck school, bitch, I'd rather be a ruler
I'm with Tupac, learning how to rap in Cuba
You played sports, boy, stop actin' like a shooter
Trynna make a profit, so they treat me like I'm Judah
She just want the moolah, We gon' break the bank
Told them hallelujah, and we givin' thanks
Go to war like, hoorah! we gon' bring the tanks
She think she a cougar, we don't got complaints
She just want the moolah, We gon' break the bank
Told them hallelujah, and we givin' thanks
Go to war like, hoorah! we gon' bring the tanks
I think she a cougar, we don't got complaints

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The song “Hallelujah!” by August was composed by Prod Ty, Trent Seymore.

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