Texty

I speak in tongues and I pray till I pass out Chasing them gifts get them all till I max out See in the spirit, that's discernment, call the cap out Made for this war best believe I won't tap out You had the truth but you sold, who the rat now? Devil a pest, call the gang, get em cast out Narrow the path, I ain't lost get the map out Sit on the fence lukewarm get you spat out I was in the world till the Lord came and snatched out Now I'm a slave to His word I can't back out Speak from the Spirit if you worried what I rap bout Fully sold for God, I go all in, I ain't half out Back up in the crib that I used to go and trap out I was real rebellious, one of them kids with a bad mouth Now I'm with fam we all good we got hashed out Old man dead now it's something that we laugh bout Skrrrrrr, run my race in the rarri I speak the truth if it hurt I ain't sorry God made me Ken I'm just looking for my Barbie We hit that praise dance getting real rowdy Used to hit the store for that smirf and Bacardi Now we drunk up in the Spirit throwing holy parties Ask me if I miss that sin I'll tell you baby hardly Devil getting mad now it's looking real darty I speak in tongues and I pray till I pass out Chasing them gifts get them all till I max out See in the spirit, that's discernment, call the cap out Made for this war best believe I won't tap out You had the truth but you sold, who the rat now? Devil a pest, call the gang, get em cast out Narrow the path, I ain't lost get the map out Sit on the fence lukewarm get you spat out Had to give it all man this life it ain't easy I was in that desert getting tested you ain't see me Now I pop out like it's magic Houdini Gave it all to God now I'm rapping in the big league He gave the seed and I sowed now we increase I gave it all to the fam let the team eat I was shackled up then the Ghost said free me God gets the glory when I stay low and I decrease I speak in tongues and I pray till I pass out Chasing them gifts get them all till I max out See in the spirit, that's discernment, call the cap out Made for this war best believe I won't tap out You had the truth but you sold, who the rat now? Devil a pest, call the gang, get em cast out Narrow the path, I ain't lost get the map out Sit on the fence lukewarm get you spat out
Writer(s): Elijah Sterling Brasley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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