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THIS CANNOT BE SOLD

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Christian & Gospel

THIS CANNOT BE SOLD wurde am 10. Juli 2026 von HGA/Essential Sound als Teil des Albums THIS CANNOT BE SOLD veröffentlicht

Songdetails

AlbumTHIS CANNOT BE SOLD

Veröffentlichungsdatum10. Juli 2026

LabelHGA/Essential Sound

SpracheEnglish

Melodizität

Akustizität

Valence

Tanzbarkeit

Energie

BPM179

SONG-INFO

SONGTEXTE

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

KB

Performer

Ameen Hudson

Vocals

Quinten Coblentz

Quinten Coblentz

Programming, Strings

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Kevin Burgess

Composer

Wes Writer

Composer

Quinten Coblentz

Quinten Coblentz

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

KB

Recording Engineer

Wes Writer

Producer

Quinten Coblentz

Quinten Coblentz

Producer

Jacob “Biz” Morris

Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

WEARETHEGOOD

Producer

Connor Back

Assistant Mixing Engineer

Songtexte

[Intro]

This is not for the algorithm

Word

[Verse 1]

Ayo, this the last one

For the High King, the Everlast' One

Everyone undercooked like it was half-done

Never backed up

Or never backed us, so money couldn't trap us

Taking dudes to school like FAFSA

For the life after

Laugh at half the cats they gas up

Wanna edit that trash, ayy, get that CapCut, dag, bruh

If you wanted the real, should've asked us, asked us

I'm friends with a Holy Ghost, ain't no Casper

Fast for four days in His presence, my dogs, they gon' lap up

Turn my valleys to Napa

Who wanna be more Christian than rapper?

I ain't got no master 'cause now I own my masters

Ain't worried 'bout truth-telling, messing bags up

Spoke to the Left and the MAGAs, virtue signaling yappers

Rappers that's really actors

And people that trust they politicians over they pastors

You know I'ma flag ya

Pro-life from the womb and the Gaza

Whose side are you after? We conservative with an asterisk

You pass the glory of God, then I'm going backwards

Pray for every president, he wins, we win

But if you can't call him out when he sins, the end

Defend the men you should tell to repent

Only election saving us is in Ephesians

Come to the deep end, our faith here is deepened

Yeshua Hamashiach, we depend

Weak men act like He-Men, your ego is sheet-thin

Where the free men who really believe Him? Brother, lean in

Spill the tea that they steeped in

You don't know what folks doing in private, Epstein list

If we gon' trust the powerful, then we trust Jesus

The blood of the Lamb will cover us, don't get squeamish

We're fighting with demons, listen

The kids are watching what you say

God loves the people that you hate

The country more divided than we ever been, touché

Tryna tell 'em that we're better together like a group rate

Brought up Beatitudes, now they want a new take

Take Jesus and make Him agree with everything you think

The grifting is too fake

The empire will expire, but who can't?

Yahweh, no new way, better turn 'fore it's too late

I'm the silent giant, won't see me flex

I am eyeing the day that you can see me less

I am, I am's diamonds shine like VVS

Panini press these liars, you gon' see me next

I started a family, that's how you see me flex

You chase anything in a dress like it's GPS

Fake deep, your fans think you playing 3D chess

Judgement Day bringing receipts longer than CVS

Is anybody talking 'bout your indwelling sin

And how we like to blame our neighbors for our impediments?

Sent to report in centers, get sinners deporting sinners

The sinners are still with us, so we right back in Hell again

Satan won't let us live, focus on melanin

Survey the planet for people we think we better than

Run to a moment of hope and hope that it's better then

AI ain't new, this is artificial intelligence

Christ is the medicine, stronger fathers, wives, sons, and daughters

Crosses over coffeers, on our knees, we squabbles

Making better livers

Never quitters, forgive us

Living waters like rivers

Killing what makes us bitter

So Christ is glorified in life, the immortal kind

I'm in therapy every week, I'm tryna stay fortified

Confessed to 'bout four to five guys

If I let them dudes down, they'd be horrified, sin gotta get mortified

And I know I— huh

I got more to die, huh

Write "free" on my coffin, uh

His glory alone, that's all I got

[Outro]

Ayy, this the last one

THIS CANNOT BE SOLD

And the moment that it can be sold, I'm done, fam

For real

That's the truth

And if you don't like it

Pray about it

Written by: Kevin Burgess, Quinten Coblentz, Wes Writer

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