Lyrics Hallelujah (feat. Buddy, A$AP Ferg & Wale) - Wale , A$AP Ferg , Buddy , Godfather of Harlem

Yeah, ooh
Huh
Yeah, hey, uh, ooh
Yeah, okay, okay
Yeah
Hallelujah, I manoeuvre
I′m the driver and the shooter
Out here, nigga, you can lose your soul
Be careful, nigga, 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
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
Shit for the birds, can′t sit in the [?] (Right)
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 (That's right)
Praying to God that he get me through
We goin' through wars, I ain′t Finn lose (Woo, woo)
Nobody else can do what I do
Nobody ever gon′ walk in my shoes
Hallelujah, I manoeuvre
I'm the driver and the shooter
Out here, nigga, you can lose your soul
Be careful, (Yeah) nigga, you better be humble
We living whatever we come for (Right)
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, nigga, you can lose your soul (That's right)
Be careful, nigga, you better be humble
We living whatever we come for
Who do you think you′re talking to? (Woo, woo)
I'm not the one you wanna run into
Look, I'm sick of these niggas, 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 fuck though
Silly bitches 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
Hallelujah, I manoeuvre
I'm the driver and the shooter
Out here, nigga, you can lose your soul
Be careful, (That′s right) nigga, you better be humble
We living whatever we come for (Woo, woo)
Who do you think you're talking to?
I′m not the one you wanna run into
I want it all, know it's a risk
I wanna ball, I wanna glist' (Yeah)
You in my way, you bound to get hit
Power and money come over a bitch (Right, right)
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 (That's right)
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 shits (Grrr)
Nobody else do it bigger than this
Nobody else in the building like this (Woo)
Nobody else make a killing like this
Nobody else that be killin' this shit
Yeah, hallelujah, I manoeuvre
I′m the driver and the shooter
Out here, (Right) nigga, you can lose your soul (That′s right)
Be careful, nigga, you better be humble
We living whatever we come for
Who do you think you're talking to? (Woo, woo)
I′m not the one you wanna run into
Hallelujah, I manoeuvre
I'm the driver and the shooter
Out here, (Right) nigga, you can lose your soul (That′s right)
Be careful, nigga, 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