Check - I’m God’s son but I’m giving em hell

Your favourite rapper I can turn to a ghost in a shell

No fake record execs around me they all got expelled

And yet they still playing victim to win some public appeal

F**k em - black and white don’t mix, ironic I’m a product of this sh**

As far as I can see my parents met so they can make me but

Who am I? Ay who am I? Just a light-skin n***a, with a kink in his hair?

And when I let it free form make the white man stare

See its hard speaking on being misunderstood - how you go from

Private schools to being dropped in the hood?

My **** used carry burners coz their family was minimum earners,

That 9 will have you spinning around like you Tina turner.

The older I get one thing is clear - cos God is still the only being that I fear

But as for you, snotty nose, brown nose , white nose selling us out to win a pot of Gold

When you know they would rather see you picking cotton

You b****h n****s all rotten

And all that you’ve gained will soon be forgotten.

But while we still here I might as well remember

There’s nobody better, Young eagle is fed up with all this mediocrity in this game that y’all praise

Tryna milk my first love - RAP, y’all ought to be ashamed

False gangsters and fake Nazarenes all synonymous

And how you play gangster with empty magazines don’t bother us

Rebuild an empire from scratch, couldn’t let em try take me for a fool

Using my light to buy snow for **** just to be cool.

See I showed you the game and you broke all the rules

There’s a price to pay - so remember what you say when you speak on my name

I gave God all the glory

He gone give me the words

I heard em say it gets better after it get worse,

Damn, I seen my sister in a hearse the same year

I seen my girl give birth to my daughter

I seen her face its like heaven on earth

It got better - it got Heaven on Earth

Thank you Lord I’m still counting my blessings,

I know you walking with me when I be stepping

Thank you lord I’m still counting my blessings still counting my blessings

Still counting my blessings

Uh! Microphone checka flows electrocute like Tesla

Found Yahweh through Nesta

Directly connected to the source

Came to disconnect evil spirits and wicked energies

Spell catchers never prosper round these.

Low vibrating record labels don’t believe in GOD

They just heathens why you think I had to leave em?

This is Yahweh speaking

God speaking through me - I’m just out here interceding

Forget your timeline, GOD’S spirit and exodus is what I’m seeking

Yellow timbs on the devil’s neck coz I don’t want to hear him breathing

Tongues that I’m speaking,

I could never let y’all play with my name or try tarnish it

So I threw upon the whole game like vomitspit (uhhh)

Crazy thought when they see you and they see dollar signs family included like adversity hitting up my line I could put you in a mansion you wouldn’t know how to reside

Because its not the location its more your mindset

And only Jesus can set you free if your mind trapped,

I’m free at last.