thoughts off brain no paper and pen

New Orleans I get so south in that word. I feel like lil Retro and Saints in them

You was just hating on me as a kid thank God I don't go seek revenge

Backing you down God gave me this lane

I'm in that pain again

Oh, oh

Again and again

Backing you down God gave me that word

I'm in the paint again

Studying all that word

Baby boy, I'm in that paint again

Verse 2

Go hard in the paint

He give vision, im pen i just paint

I'm a vessel im flowing till i hit the grave

I put the drip on, no goyard my waist

I came out the grave

PSA, i don't care what ya say

I do my dance they go ay

I make the crowd do wave like nae nae

Spin em back around and make em beyblade

This is worship i don't care what they say

I been in the field like hay day

Just know demons out getting slayed

Human souls been getting saved

Claiming dog tags like that one game

Yeah i keep a gun keep a blade too

Aint afraid to meet jesus

Yes i keep a stick like a drummer

When its war time i'm his main troop

My God speak like thunder

You can go ahead and bring yo man zeus

Any false God catch a duse duse

Make they new name God of slumber

Go ahead and get some rest

Tryna be the king

But you'll never be the best one

Hook

Some days it was cold, heartbroken and lost my feet

Put my trust in Abba the Father with me

God gave me the drive, suited up like the army

Running around this top floor with my brothers in my team

Top floor we tied up like rope not no string

God fills my cup up thank God I don't need no reef

Taking that ball to the rim getting so high in the sky like Kareem

Say inside of this octagon, I feel like Muhammad Ali