Lyrics
Hey Josh, we got a hit with this one
Aye yo, JP
They want me down in the dark, but this isn’t new
We seen it before
Told you that we not the same, you wanted to guess
But I want it more
Critics is all in my ear, they backing them up
It's hard to ignore, I cry to the Lord
They ride to the car, they think that they rich
Heaven ain't far for real
They on that up in the scar for real
They cannot open their door for real
They do not know what's in store for real
They do not know what we pour for real
It's not what you think
That wine and that bread go straight to the heart
But change is not from a drink
He got the control and I'm at the alt
Whenever I need to delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete
Felt like TOC
The devil be lurkin and he tryna creep
I'm saving souls in advance whenever the enemy having a reach
Wherever he having a reach
That's why I'm back on the road
I put on a show
I'm letting him know
Wherever he go
He gonna see food like he in Atlanta
And copping a big one made out of that dirt
But this is a new
We seen it before
Told you that we not the same
You wanted a guess but I want it more
Critics is all in my ear
They backing him up
It's hard to ignore
I cry to the lord
They ride to the car
They think that they rich
Heaven ain't far for real
Nix Nation, where you at?
We here
Nix Nation, where you at?
We here
We saving souls for real
Put it on Tim
Stomp on the enemy and his career
He tried to come for my family
I got him covered
He ain't getting near
That's on my soul
Stripes like Adidas
We stay on our toes
We don't know when he'll be coming
Saying want me
He cooking up something
Want me under
Like Harriet Tubman
Gotta stay with the sticks
Like I'm drumming
Drumming demons
Till we get our wings
Say a prayer
Declare a decree
When I'm stepping
He under my feet
Shout out wifey she married a G
But geez
They want me down in the dark
But this isn’t new
We seen it before
Told you that we not the same
You wanted to guess
But I want it more
Critics is all in my ear
They backing him up
It's hard to ignore
I cry to the lord
They ride to the car
They think that they rich
Heaven ain't far for real
Bible is heavy
I carry a tank
Back in the game
I stay in the paint
Working on Horace
We gather the wheat
All of this money
Goes straight to the bank
That's not what you think
That wine and that bread
Goes straight to the heart
But change is not from a drink
He got the control
When I'm at the alt
Before I need to delete
Delete, delete, delete
Delete, delete, delete
Delete, delete, delete
Delete, delete, delete
Delete, delete, delete
Delete, delete, delete
Feeling like T.O.C
The devil be lurking
And he trying to creep
Yeah
I save his souls in advance
Whenever the enemy having to reach
Yeah
Wherever he having to reach
Wherever he having to reach
That's why I'm back on the road
I put on a show
I'm letting him know
Wherever he go
He gonna see fruit
Like he in Atlanta
And copping a peach
Like he in Atlanta
Written by: John Paul, Nathan J Mells
