Look

Amazing isn’t it

Got this far as underdog

Lies don’t carry benefits

Winners do what losers won’t

Different kind of energy

Go big or its going home

Ain’t no slowing down woah

Hear it from the Crowd

Woah Woah Woah

Aint here on accident

I get the game I’m passing it

When my brothers start to eat

Might lead the league in assists

Passionates an understatement

No the boy don’t dance for dollars

Get looks like I’m socially awkward

In the game like reconnoissance

Talking to God like my prayers don’t miss

Who you call when its time for war

Man of God when I’m in the field

Christian like its no Dior

Life is anything but ordinary

Mercy rule when they keeping score

I’m my biggest opponent

Learn to live in the moment cause in one blink its a memory

I need remedy

Need what Heaven gives

When Jesus intercedes

Cause it gets cold

It gets cold

Woah

Woah

 

Amazing isn’t it

Got this far as underdog

Lies don’t carry benefits

Winners do what losers won’t

Different kind of energy

Go big or its going home

How you stop em they don’t know

Beat done put me in a mode

Think the best bet is being me

Bars to sick need EMT

Its too crowded if its too easy

Family members who ain’t believe me

Plague number 5 ain’t no beef

Simply told the doubters they gonna see

Cut the safety net in 2017

A fever dream how it don’t make sense

Punch line after punch line you can see the bones inside the fist

Uncle balled for Villanova dog its in my genes to shake back from a miss

Jesus in the temple how the tables turn

Brilliant mind eternal life I live and learn

Devil tried to rob me of my innocence

I’ve seen too much been praying God, come delete these images

It get stronger over years

The currency is tears

That's just how it goes

That's just how it goes

Got a museum full of fears we done killed off

Tried to take me out but I’m here dog

Momma taught me how to style

Dad taught me and the bros how to thug it out

Howard taught me how to think

Only Jesus could teach me how to bow

Get it out the mud from the dirty south

All my life been the golden child and the chosen one I know pressure

Trend setter

Sick people need doctors I got homies thats still fade givers

Crazy how I’m made in his image

Only shoot for amazing or we aim for,

Woah

  Its lonely at the top, either its you and God or the devil convince you to jump

Mission impossible stunts

In my zone Patrick Mahomes

Don’t care about none of their fronts

Glued to my phone calling bluffs

Dog when is enough enough

I’m like Woah when I see how the goals are just like sitting ducks

Feels like I’m on the cusp of something incredible

I turn my L’s into reticles

Nothing can ever stop what God done put in us

What you don’t kill is left for your kids to finish I’m nasty with the pump

Ask how high when I get the word to jump

I’m on some stuff unbelievers never seen

No pieta how I died to certain parts of me

If this ain’t my time homie it may never be

Faith is how I know.