1994 - B. Cooper ft. Foure by SykSense and Dirty Rice

Hallelujah, oh Lord

Where I'm from it go fttttt when the bored

We ain't supposed to be here, pop a cork

God did, ohhh I'm flexing, yeah of course

Made out the bottom of course

I ain't gotta worry bout a thing anymore

I just whew whew whew whew whew, yea of course

With a crown of thorns feeling like a king yea of course

Made out the bottom of course

I ain't gotta worry bout a thing anymore

I just whew whew whew whew whew, yea of course

With a crown of thorns feeling like a king yea of course

Young lil hitta Like like a mistro

Ain't been anywhere I can't go

Shawty told me I'm a star

Told her I don't need the gas

What I really really

Need is good credit

And a bag

Momma saw me sign the deal

I told her there it go

Now I'm waking up in lofts

On the wood floors

On my pride I'm mufasa

Flex boy I outta

God said He got it

So I Stress not about it

I just Kuna Matata

Hitta

Yeah i really do

People coming for the squad

Get a coffin And a noose

Been a king from a king

So my rings gotta ring

Now my chains gotta gleam

And my soul been the beam

Wow of course

How you got the drive All that power

Need a horse

Young Ron like a Demi God

What a force

I been feeling charged

Cause I'm plugged in the source

Planned from the end

I win Yeah, Of course

Hallelujah, oh Lord

Where I'm from it go fttttt when the bored

We ain't supposed to be here, pop a cork

God did, ohhh I'm flexing, yeah of course

Made out the bottom of course

I ain't gotta worry bout a thing anymore

I just whew whew whew whew whew, yea of course

With a crown of thorns feeling like a king yea of course