Thank You, Lord

Emanuel Da Prophet

Get my life to the Lord, the fame came with it

If he ain't grabbed me out, I'll probably still be selling painkillers

Lost 4 homies in one summer, This here pain different

Des church folk judging because I still got love for gang members

I heard he without sin, cast the first stone

Crazy I got more love from the streets than the church home

Swear to tell the whole truth before I perp on em

Lord help us, you know I'll be praying to that curse gone

Walking in some real power, no 50

Tryin to see the heaven gates, the pearly ones, not picky

I fall short, but I'm still on his main line, No Cricket

Encouragement Music finna drop his game time No kiddin

We all together, please don't treat us like we different

They too religious, no, we scare them out they britches

And we ain't playin, we gonna to start it to the finish

Speak a word is manifested because we made in his image

Free the trenches, we gone set them free

Now stoppin two circles connecting is just like the letter B

Prayer moving on your block, we call it pushin P

I slam a demon on his neck, But I ain't Booker T