Hey Josh, we got a hit with this one

Aye yo, JP

They want me down in the dark, but this isn’t new

We seen it before

Told you that we not the same, you wanted to guess

But I want it more

Critics is all in my ear, they backing them up

It's hard to ignore, I cry to the Lord

They ride to the car, they think that they rich

Heaven ain't far for real

They on that up in the scar for real

They cannot open their door for real

They do not know what's in store for real

They do not know what we pour for real

It's not what you think

That wine and that bread go straight to the heart

But change is not from a drink

He got the control and I'm at the alt

Whenever I need to delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete, delete

Felt like TOC

The devil be lurkin and he tryna creep

I'm saving souls in advance whenever the enemy having a reach

Wherever he having a reach

That's why I'm back on the road

I put on a show

I'm letting him know

Wherever he go

He gonna see food like he in Atlanta

And copping a big one made out of that dirt

But this is a new

We seen it before

Told you that we not the same

You wanted a guess but I want it more

Critics is all in my ear

They backing him up

It's hard to ignore

I cry to the lord

They ride to the car

They think that they rich

Heaven ain't far for real

Nix Nation, where you at?

We here

Nix Nation, where you at?

We here

We saving souls for real

Put it on Tim

Stomp on the enemy and his career

He tried to come for my family

I got him covered

He ain't getting near

That's on my soul

Stripes like Adidas

We stay on our toes

We don't know when he'll be coming

Saying want me

He cooking up something

Want me under

Like Harriet Tubman

Gotta stay with the sticks

Like I'm drumming

Drumming demons

Till we get our wings

Say a prayer

Declare a decree

When I'm stepping

He under my feet

Shout out wifey she married a G

But geez

They want me down in the dark

But this isn’t new

We seen it before

Told you that we not the same

You wanted to guess

But I want it more

Critics is all in my ear

They backing him up

It's hard to ignore

I cry to the lord

They ride to the car

They think that they rich

Heaven ain't far for real

Bible is heavy

I carry a tank

Back in the game

I stay in the paint

Working on Horace

We gather the wheat

All of this money

Goes straight to the bank

That's not what you think

That wine and that bread

Goes straight to the heart

But change is not from a drink

He got the control

When I'm at the alt

Before I need to delete

Delete, delete, delete

Delete, delete, delete

Delete, delete, delete

Delete, delete, delete

Delete, delete, delete

Delete, delete, delete

Feeling like T.O.C

The devil be lurking

And he trying to creep

Yeah

I save his souls in advance

Whenever the enemy having to reach

Yeah

Wherever he having to reach

Wherever he having to reach

That's why I'm back on the road

I put on a show

I'm letting him know

Wherever he go

He gonna see fruit

Like he in Atlanta

And copping a peach

Like he in Atlanta