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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
1K Phew
1K Phew
Vocals
Hulvey
Hulvey
Vocals
Lecrae
Lecrae
Vocals
Wande
Wande
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Glenn Issac Gordon
Glenn Issac Gordon
Songwriter
Lecrae Moore
Lecrae Moore
Songwriter
Ryan Bert
Ryan Bert
Songwriter
Taylor Hill
Taylor Hill
Songwriter
Brianna Curiel
Brianna Curiel
Songwriter
Wande Isola
Wande Isola
Songwriter
Lasanna Harris
Lasanna Harris
Songwriter
Hulvey
Hulvey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Taylor Hill
Taylor Hill
Producer
Lasanna Harris
Lasanna Harris
Producer
Carvello
Carvello
Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Jacob Morris
Jacob Morris
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

It's like It's like the Devil tryna scare you And then the angels come in and the angels They let you know Who's in charge I tried living apart from God At times I was feeling so far from God My faith in these people done left me scarred The hatred and hurt was so bizarre I thought that they would always ride for me I cried, but nobody replied to me I questioned the truth inside of me And right about then, is when the Dеvil had lied to me Like, "Hold up, God got you, Hе don't ever show up All His people acting like they know you Tell you that you do it for the money, fame, power, tryna blow up Why you playing games? Time to grow up You've been reading Bibles and leading studies and helping your little buddies But tell me what it's really doing for you They gon' still tell you're fake and phony, assuming your every motive, so what's the point of tryna keep it loyal? Said you had faith faith, you're starting to race bait Can't even take dates, you hoping to save faith Trying to go mainstream in order to reach folk Ain't nobody rocking with you, especially these folks I lost it, while I'm drinking liquor in my closet I used to pray in here, but now I'm saucy I'm losing money, I'm a lost prophet I'm making bad decisions, every time I get exhausted Lord, I don't even really know the real me now Demons got me tripping, tryna kill me now Satan tryna figure who can help get delivered Send an angel in a Uber, come and heal me now Evil, you ain't got no control of me I'm never too far from the blood that flow from me I lost a lot, but got too much to gain, I'll prolly never be the same And I ain't worried, 'cause I know He restoring me Ayy, had to suffer through the storm, no cap Uh, yeah, I signed a deal, but I ain't really gettin' racks Could've fell up in the pit, huh, lost my track Uh, switch up the flow like He switched up my past Everything different when I hit the glass Looked at the 'Gram more then I look to fast Stuck in my head, I don't know where I'm at All of that fame don't last Can You restore me? You gotta quote this, recording I never thought that my life had a story My testimony a ET for homie I see new dimensions like I'm Rick and Morty Uh, no pun intended, He callin' I ain't lookin' back, I'm all in I put my heart in the offering And the whole church say, "Amen" Ayy, yeah Been at the bottom, but God told me flip my perspective It's all in perception 'Cause every time that I feel low, He gon' step in (Yeah) Make sure when you runnin' you got some direction The Devil, he plottin', I see the the deception But haven't you noticed when we at our lowest that's when our prayer life be havin' some focus? Ooh When I'm winnin' am I choosin' you? If you missin' every winner lose Here lies the body, it's someone who bodied the verses Reversing the generation of the curses 'Cause G-O-D is the One we puttin' first Took my flesh and put it in a hearse At my moment's when I feel my worst I know, God restoring though it hurts oh Can't reverse, no An alert soul Let the church go Mmm, yeah I've been up five days 'cause I'm tired of strugglin' on Fridays, yeah (Tired) Lord, I want me a Hellcat, but You know I might speed on the highway (Lord, I really want one) And I met me some hellcats that be talkin' so bad on they potluck Never met a Mercedes my partner With the real ones, ain't none of them pro'lems (Oh, no) So I look for they cap at the altar Got to make it back home to my daughters, yeah I'm so sick of these cryin' men They just want me to play, I'm in bondage That's why I never said nothin' when they tried to come for us on top ten, yeah Now they say that I'm top ten (Huh?) They must not know I'm top five (Let's go) In the gym I hang on the rim (I hang) Otto Rocket, stop playing with him (Stop playing) Nah, for real, I'm standing beside that I'm so real, so sorry, can't hide that (I can't) How come you just don't tell us what happened? (What happened) From the street with a passion Maybe this money won't let me in passio But I thought it would change with a record deal and when I start believin' Had to win the season for a certain reason So I signed to Reach and then I started speakin' to the realest people, got behind me We really fightin' demons for the real meaning Got a teriyaki and I'm Polynesian It's in my city, better sign in Got a gang of songs I wanna chime in (1K forever) Never scary, but we God-fearin' They can't tell us now, but we God-cheerin' Honda Civic, I know God's steerin' In the Lamborghini, I know God's steerin', yeah, yeah That He pioneered, yeah, yeah That we [?], yeah, yeah, yeah Get a load of me, yeah, yeah Just talked to 'Crae, he said, "Hold on, got a top-five in here" I told him, "Good, 'cause I ain't goin' back to flyin' over frontier" Hundred percent to below zero, world givin' me chills, oh Had to go back and restore my whole life, folks ain't real, oh, ayy We're all on the journey of bein' restored and that's the choice that we make Do you want that process, do you wanna engage or do you wanna sit in, you know, in dysfunction? You know what I'm sayin'? Do you wanna sit rusted or do we wanna join in on this process of bein' restored?
Writer(s): Lasanna Harris, Brianna Curiel, Taylor Drevan Hill, Christopher Hulvey, Glenn Isaac Gordon, Ryan Bert, Le Crae Devaughn Moore, Mutiat Yewande Dees Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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