Bizzle:
Yeah
C-Life on the beat boy
Runnin’ for the squad, push the rock like I’m Rondo
Holy spirit livin’ in my body like a condo
Covered by the blood in this mug like a poncho (Yeah)
Up another level on the devil, this that God flow
Christ came, tell ’em Christ reigns in the convo (Yeah)
I met my Father, guess I got to let my mom know (Let my mom know)
I met His daughter, threw that ring upon her pronto (Had to marry that)
If we the body, He the head, I call Him honcho (Honcho)
This that elevator, send the hater to the top floor
Datin:
Tell the industry, that Biz and me gon’ pick the lock though
Kick it in, when they see us, I bet their hearts will drop low
It’s real hip-hop bro
They say it’s not though
But God told us, preach His gospel
And we will not fold (Yeah, yeah)
This is pay back because since way back
They played crap, injecting us with poison, like a caged rat
In the laboratory, why you think we stay track
But we gon’ preach this freedom word
And mental slaves at
Bizzle:
Really, I’m just tryna’ get the vibes back (Get the vibe back)
Jesus on my mind, it be like that (It be like that)
GOM for life, we don’t hide that (We don’t hide, no)
Messenger for Christ, I’ma die that
Whoo, you hatin’ on the squad, darlin’, way back, way back
I just talk to God, we go way back (Way back)
It’s for the lost, tryna’ find their way back (Way back)
Ridin’ on the devil, call it pay back
Jered Sanders:
Got that living water all around me
Get a wash though
We gon’ shine, brighter, auto-body, like a car show
I said auto-body, hol’ up, prob’ly, that’s a bar bro (Skrrt)
Ricky Bobby, hol’ up, copy that’s a…
A new life better than my old one (Yeah)
I went lookin’ for the static back in ’01 (Hey)
I was livin’ hella tragic havin’ no Son
True to Christ, new to life, I ain’t gotta own none
A.I. the Anamoly:
Own nothin’ like no debt
But nelnet like not yet
Bills comin’ on a feel runnin’
But still nothin’, but we don’t quit
A lot of ya’ll, ya’ll in your bag
Right away, give the two step
When squad gettin’ that to debt
We got it on lock, like a vice grip
I got a mission, I reside
Who the truth is, I recline
When it’s finished, ’til that time
I play my part, I go A.I
Got no time for pretty pie
I don’t eat that, give my rye
Bread of life, my appetite
The truth, the life, be the fuel for the payback
I was deep in evil with my carcass
He released the noose beneath my conscience
He removed the tube that held me bondage
He rebuked the foolish and the nonsense
Praisin’ that, the faith of God to shake that
Fear we gain, the grace behind the paycheck
Armored up, we fightin’ time for combat
Devil man (Take that, take that, take that)
Bizzle:
Really, I’m just tryna’ get the vibes back (Get the vibe back)
Jesus on my mind, it be like that (It be like that)
GOM for life, we don’t hide that (We don’t hide, no)
Messenger for Christ, I’ma die that
Whoo, you hatin’ on the squad, darlin’, way back, way back
I just talk to God, we go way back (Way back)
It’s for the lost, tryna’ find their way back (Way back)
Ridin’ on the devil, call it pay back
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