Music Video
Music Video
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Preston Rich
Songwriter
Khalil Lucas
Songwriter
Kieran Jolivette
Songwriter
Lyrics
I just hit game winners
Call me clutch like I'm pippin
I'm sowed up
Hittin gym eating chicken
No donuts
Cause they ain't got me slipping
I rolled up and my Jesus stay with me
I ain't got money my tithes they be tippin
5 my last show yea my jeans they be ripping
But I ain't got time like the Rolex is trippin
I aint got one but trust me it ain't itchin
Father you snatched me out chains and I'm thankful
Where dis love from im willing and able
I showed up God your calling is faithful
Yea I growed up and my partners ain't with me that's fine
I know good healing come with some time
Some times it's sour like lemon and lime
If you was with me in matter of time
You'll see the fruits like from water to wine
It's been so long so long
But now we winning yea
Now we winning
Covered in blood, made in his image
I came out the mud, he cleaned up the linens
He gave up his son, ain't no more sinning
I no longer run, God is the truth
He shut me down so that I could reboot
Gave me an advance Ima help him recoup
It's all in his hands I'm reaping the fruit, yea
Me and them demons not mutual
Lately depression been looking unusual
My heart was blacker than fabrics at funerals
My ugly ways turned out to be beautiful
Glory to God
That oil on me now like a massage
The devil believed I would be on his side
He tried to deceive it was all a facade
Now I could see that the vision divine
And that's for real
My flesh died it was a test to kill
I used to chase the highs but I left the thrill
I escaped the lies and ran to His will, with zeal
Yea and that's when he gave me my title
The day that I left all my idols
The day that I opened my Bible
When the praises go up
The blessings come down
Squad keep winning when God play
Faith on infinity and Beyoncé
When it's blurry I'm searching what God say
Ain't no hurry I'm moving at God pace
Going God way
In a minute might get me a ticket ain't talking to broadway
So many murders of folks we ain't heard of
They spinning a ben out in broad day
I'm grateful He parted the sea for me
I'm sliding and winning with Yahweh
The devil can't hold me down
The devil can't hold me down
He need to stop it
Tell him like god told His prophets
You standing on holy ground
Take off your shoes
Go spread the news
We be winning winning winning
We don't lose
Take off your shoes
Go spread the news
We be winning winning winning
We don't lose boy
Written by: Khalil Lucas, Kieran Jolivette, Preston Rich