LEAN ON MY BODY

How you at the front of the motherfuckin' crowd with a sad face?
Fix your motherfuckin' face, let's go!
Yeah, yeah, uh
Uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah

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 comin' 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 nigga 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 nigga out (choke that nigga), go Corona on that bitch
Walk that nigga like a dog, nephew, own that bitch!

Yesterday, just a day, every day
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, nigga, R.I.P. to Lil' Hummer
Nasarati, we up

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)

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 (man, wake this shit up)
Keep comin', comin'

Yeah, if I was God, I wouldn't save y'all niggas
Like a suicidal bitch, I would blade y'all niggas!
Y'all my sons, but I wish I never made y'all niggas
Y'all my sons, but I might just Marvin Gaye y'all niggas
Bitch, I'm back like I left some
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

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)

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'

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)