I Ain't Turning Back (feat. Flame)

I got my full armor on, my head to the sky, I'm going into battle with my horns up high, And I'm through playing games; you can see it in my eyes, And you can go and ask anybody I'm a ride and I ain't turning back, I ain't turning back (No) I'm on my Luke 9, (9), I'm daily dyeing, (Dailey), Holy Spirit keep your boy while I'm on the grind, (I'm grinding) Full armor on, cause I know them darts flying, (Yeah), And I'm through playing games homie I ain't lying, (I'm through playing), I'm walking out the ways that I had as a juvenile, But this the plan that God had before I was a child, I'm walking in my destiny, and He protecting me, I'm eating, meditating, prepared [?] My enemies, That's why homie I ain't turning back (you hear me) I ain't turning back, Only thing I'm turning back, homie is my fitted hat, So gone head and get yo gat, you can gone and cock it back, Christ rose up out the grave, and He's coming back, And one day I'm a rise with Him, meet up in the skies with Him, That why I'm willing to live and even die with Him, Veteran all over the world, my horns high with Him, Even if it means our death, you know we ride with him, (yeah) I got my full armor on, my head to the sky, I'm going into battle with my horns up high, And I'm through playing games; you can see it in my eyes, And you can go and ask anybody I'm a ride and I ain't turning back, I ain't turning back (No) Picture young boy Flame in the church about 17, Down the street, dirty things, down the street, murder scene, So our whole regime hit the meads and we went witnessing, Our plan, lift the King, God's plan, been redeemed, You know my homie back, now we back on the track, Running the same race, we on the same track, For the same God who resurrected His son, Reflect on what He's done, ain't no backwards to run, (No), where will we go, back to our graves, leave a castle, for some shackles and being slaves, They don't make no sence, no offence with the statement man, that's just like a Jew begging for consecration camp, That's just like us blacks begging for segregation back, that insanity, beautiful Christianity, Intruding the planet removing all our vanity, God forgives, see Flame and This, I got my full armor on, my head to the sky, I'm going into battle with my horns up high, And I'm through playing games; you can see it in my eyes, And you can go and ask anybody I'm a ride and I ain't turning back, I ain't turning back (No) They said it wasn't worth it, that this was worthless, ain't nothing but hypocrites sitting in them churches, But I went to Gods house and I found my purpose, now my life's a sacrifice fam I'm living worship, Ain't nothing behind but death for me and enemies, a cemetery or a penitentiary, That ain't the way I won't you to remember me, now they think of my Lord, when they mention me, Lil homie this is rider music, survival music, and I wasn't forced to do this, I was built to do it, And I know it's war here, but God gona get me through it, and I brought my cross with me gone and nail me to it, Cause I ain't turning back, I don't care if they got 50 ratchets at me bout to knock off my fitted hat, I ain't turning back, I don't care if they got 50 ratchets at me gone and knock off my fitted hat, I got my full armor on, my head to the sky, I'm going into battle with my horns up high, And I'm through playing games; you can see it in my eyes, And you can go and ask anybody I'm a ride and I ain't turning back, I ain't turning back