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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kenneth Edwards
Rap
Nathanael Volf
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenneth Edwards
Songwriter
Nathanael Volf
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nathanael Volf
Engineer
Texty
I slide, you slide, we slide
Get holy, get holy, get holy
Uh, I been feelin' like a track star, no label, A&R
Boy talk like a Pharisee, he just wanna act smart
Told 'em that we roll deep, pull up in a black car
Do it all for Christ, boy, I'm feelin' like a rap star
Black Op, Call of Duty, Holy Spirit leave 'em fatal
I done hit him in the leg, need a Cain, he never able
They said, "Skema, why you mad?" Skema always flippin' tables
Boy, I been up in my Script, movin' righteous with my angels, huh
Independent bag, they want my voice, they never play fair
Feel like Drake in 2011, told the labels, "Take care,"
I'm a child of God, they been tryna run my daycare
Told me, don't say Jesus but my Jesus gonna stay there
God take it all, (All), feel like GTA, (Ayy)
New mainstream, feel like Miles in the Bay
Had to take my pride, (Huh), had to take my pain, (Pain)
Boy, I feel like David, all my giants gettin' slain
I was in the jet, (Uh), flying to LA, (Lay)
Boy, we ride in public but in public, we the same
Blick talk, '23, my Wristwatch, I was at the gift shop
Gave Him all my music so I had to give Him praise
I slide, you slide, we slide
Get holy, get holy, get holy
Ayy, at the blacktop, ballin' in the Trackhawk
I just got a lamb chop, I been kickin' sin off
Karate kid, I'm back y'all, call me Manny Pacquiao
I just got my sin bought 'cause I found the real cross
I found that real blood, Jesus died for me, on the tree
Did a 180, now I'm Krispy Kreme, red and green
White like the snow, whole like the beam, coffee cream
Married to my faith, peanut butter cup, it's a ring
Forgiato rims, straight and narrow road to the King
He done took my sin, washed away my pride, Mr. Clean
I'm a newborn, forget about the haters
Blind the hate away, the 808 stay with the Savior
Uh, I been feelin' like a track star, no label, A&R
Boy talk like a Pharisee, he just wanna act smart
Told 'em that we roll deep, pull up in a black car
Do it all for Christ, boy, I'm feelin' like a rap star
Uh, I been feelin' like a track star, no label, A&R
Boy talk like a Pharisee, he just wanna act smart
Told 'em that we roll deep, pull up in a black car
Do it all for Christ, boy, I'm feelin' like a rap star
I slide, you slide, we slide
Get holy, get holy, get holy
Written by: Kenneth Edwards, Nathanael Volf