Lyrics

La La La La La La Synagogue La La La La La (yea) La La La (yea) Break'em Out the Trap (yea) Boy I'm bout to hit the law like I'm finna brawl (yea) I'll be changing cloth like I'm at the Ball Yea I'm reaching all I can see the flaws I'll be praising God in the Synagogue Boy I'm bout to hit the law like I'm finna brawl (yea) I'll be changing cloth like I'm at the Ball Yea I'm reaching all I can see the flaws I'll be praising God in the Synagogue I can see the difference Add it up and still get negatives Equals in this Earth but money cause a lot of change It carries a scent like a hearse Bro turned into doctor strange He's flipping them tricks for that purse Wielding the Glocks to let it bang He don't even care who he hurts Killing 50 birds 50 stones Get them hooked to bring the pennies home He will not care if you're sinking in loans All he request is you bring him your bone Said he will not care if you're sinking in loans All he request is you bring him your bone I can see literal healing is needed Come to the Ghetto I'm interceding For the golden you I'm reaching just to push you higher up God wants nothing to defeat you Boy He'll fired up Bro don't miss this feeding; get your plate and try your Buffet It It It's the sweetest; Got my soul on fire Bro For the golden you I'm reaching just to push you higher up God wants nothing to defeat you Boy He'll get you fired up Come on lets defeat it Let God take you higher up Two steps; hit them with me and let's send these praises up Boy I'm bout to hit the law like I'm finna brawl I'll be changing cloth like I'm at the Ball Yea I'm reaching all I can see the flaws I'll be praising God in the Synagogue Boy I'm bout to hit the law like I'm finna brawl I'll be changing cloth like I'm at the Ball Yea I'm reaching all I can see the flaws I'll be praising God in the Synagogue Yea I can see the difference Jesus' walking with me; vision 50-50 Yea I see bottles and dollars with Chains attached to the soul like a welt huh Boy I've got to hard knock Or kick down doors because your foes got you padlocked He's got you in a deadlock Are you fed up Still trying to get your head above the water Boy the Father can release you from The struggles that you want to hold onto You were justified at the Cross Can't nobody put you in a hell, when the gates don't belong to them You were made for more than surviving Rise up and live; Boy the love of my God is abiding I hope you heard that Yea The love of my God is surviving For the golden you I'm reaching just to push you higher up God wants nothing to defeat you Boy He'll fired up Bro don't miss this feeding; get your plate and try your Buffet It It It's the sweetest; Got my soul on fire Bro For the golden you I'm reaching just to push you higher up God wants nothing to defeat you Boy He'll get you fired up Come on lets defeat it Let God take you higher up Two steps; hit them with me and let's send these praises up
Writer(s): Corey Demon Mills Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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