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The Ambassador
The Ambassador
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenneth Coby
Kenneth Coby
Songwriter
Christopher Stewart
Christopher Stewart
Songwriter
Ciara Harris
Ciara Harris
Songwriter

Lyrics

Gimme dat bible, gimme dat mic I'll drop Jesus-centered weight so he can make a disciple Can't surpass Christ there's no takin' his title A passion for Christ I'll have you prayin' for revival Gimme my city, yeah, gimme dat, let's fish Gospel of peace, yeah you can give me dat Fresh kicks, gimme dat Vest with your blessin' Lord I'm desperate You gave me your life so I look forward to my exit I used to be a punk kid, used to wanna run with Dudes that wanna hunt to turn our ones into hundreds Used to want a blunt, to be blunt I wanted trees Just to alter my mind, now I find I'm wantin' Jesus Used to roll mad deeper with a street clique Corner holdin' heat on the low like a secret God's spirit penetrated my soul on a sneak tip Took control now I'm in his fold like a leaflet Gimme dat fire, gimme dat flame Gimme dat fresh wind, gimme dat rain Gimme dat freedom, you can have the chains Gimme dat God who can gimme all things Gimme dat fire, flame Gimme dat fresh wind, gimme dat rain Gimme dat freedom, you can have the chains Gimme dat God who can gimme all things I know you got riches, I know you got ice Your life is a big party, you're partyin' all night You don't mind not knowin' Christ, in your mind that's alright You might not get this now but you're kind of a Saul type You keep with the trends, Cool's your middle name On your pants you got a chain that droops like Lil Wayne You're tattooed in a Benz, maybe you're in a Range Ladies, you drive 'em crazy, nothing's crazier than your frame This is a shame, it's the age and I'm game To be an agent of change in an age that's like a page in a flame Just smoke, just mirrors, just vapor – it's plain To see a Holy God's not one of you favorite things I was just like you but God moved on a fellow Gave me good news that I could use on the ghetto Maybe it's you who wants to U-turn to settle You're dead if you do, I'll tell you it's been settled So you got platinum? We got a Lord If we want we could ask him but he's our reward Gotta be perfect, it can't be three out of four If you're sick of fallin' short then he got a cure Gimme dat cure, dat door, dat hero Gimme dat grace to never chase the dinero How much glory should you give your boy? Zero That would cause beef with the Lamb like a Gyro Gimme dat day reaches you over shinin' Truth over rhymin', virtue over diamonds Gimme some change, sometimes I do need the dough And gimme some pain, somethin' I do need to grow Gimme what I won't ask for, don't gimme what I seek When I creep, I'm a sheep, gimme your pasture Gimme life just like you intended And sight to see you raise the day you ascended
Writer(s): Christopher Stewart, Ciara Harris, Kenneth Coby Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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