Bryann T:

Lil TexMex, I ain't gotta flex on 'em

Kingdom hitta foreala, that's how I step on 'em

Lil TexMex, I ain't gotta flex on 'em

Kingdom hitta foreala, that's how I step on 'em, uh

Man, I ain't drinking with you drunkers

My days on Earth are numbered, man, but I don't know the number

God'll humble you, remember to be humble

You should never murmur, man, and you should never mumble

Bryann T:

I'm preaching to the trenches, keep the churches and the ties

Felon with a firearm, that's automatic five

Only thing they promised us was prison and a casket

Wicked politicians put this system to distract us

Been through so much mess even death begins to numb you

Nothing could surprise you now, nothing seems to stun you

Evil in the house, man, the devil wears disguises

Wherever there's a mouse, best believe that there's some mices

Nightmares every night, satan sleeping in the next bed

They say eternal fire for the liar and the methhead

Let me begin this sentence so simple you'll comprehend it

Can't have real salvation if you ain't got real repentance

Faith inside the finished work, deny yourself

Faith inside the finished work, and die to self

Winning souls is a must, in the past I poisoned so many

Winning souls is a must, and satan destroyed so many

Puffed you up with knowledge since you read the book of Enoch

The Word of God is pure, you shouldn't treat it Ike it's Rí Rá

Trynna step on scripture, trynna twist it outta context

All your demonic doctrine, you the one that fell for nonsense!

Counterfeit faith, your counterfeit fruit

Counterfeit church preaching counterfeit truth

That counterfeit faith, you got that counterfeit fruit

That counterfeit church preaching counterfeit truth

Surrender my agenda til I know that there's no motive

Restore whatever's stolen, You're the center of my focus

The locust ate the crop up, the years that I was locked up

All it did was taught us through it all that God has got us

Bryann T:

Yeah, aye, I ain't drinking with you drunkers

My days on Earth are numbered, man, but I don't know the number

God'll humble you, remember to be humble

And you should never murmur, man, and you should never mumble

Bryann T:

Shaped up in iniquity, sentenced me to death

Look what streets did to me, I don't know what's next

All that God has given me, I enter in His rest

Commitment with consistency, devotion at its best, uh

It's the prayer of the righteous

I serve the God of Abraham, I serve the God of Issac!

Prayer of a righteous man, written by the righteous

I serve the God of Abraham, I serve the God of Issac!

Bryann T:

Lil TexMex, I ain't gotta flex on 'em

Kingdom hitta foreala, that's how I step on 'em

Lil TexMex, I ain't gotta flex on 'em

Kingdom hitta foreala, that's how I step on 'em!

Yeah, well I ain't drinking with you drunkers

My days on Earth are numbered, man, but I don't know the number

God'll humble you, remember to be humble

And you should never murmur, man, and you should never mumble!