Lyrics:
Are you willing to run?
If you've got a lot of
Armor then come get some!
I'll put a frown on your face
And an arrow in your bum!
If I had a broom, I'd
of love do you get?
Tell me the source
Is it till death?
I wanna provide open eyes to the real test
Tryna show you life is a prize, but it goes best
of Jesus
He too bright, what the enemy is thinking
He too light, weight class of a demon
For the lil homie (huh)
If the Word resonates then I put it on me
It
Introduction:
We're The Cross Movement, which is an alliance of (uh) born again believers in Jesus Christ that are trusting God by His grace
If we two deep verse your whole block deep
Swear to God, I ain't never gon' fail my man
Money gon' come like the money gon' go
All these fake niggas
know bout sliding in them foreigns smoking thracks
I put them bricks up on the road I pray to god I make it back
I lost it all before but on my momma I
really like it raw
In the closet like the rider type of whore
By the shore, I pulled a trick on her
But I'm collect any fix when I put the dick on her
really like it raw
In the closet like the rider type of whore
By the shore, I pulled a trick on her
But I'm collect any fix when I put the dick on her
number one with a bullet
Expressin' black glove love hood it down, how I put it down
This style ain't never been shit to me, why would it now?
I come forth
points to make it a fact
Then with the fullness of God's armor keep it in tact
You know I took the good life I was given to live
So I celebrate like
nailed to the cross
Slow down
God's ways aren't yours
I want you to know your pains are nailed to the cross
He's got the whole world in His hands
My air strikes, check these clowns like Air Nikes
Your whole team against me and Paz, that's a fair fight
Pro-black nigga, even when I wear white
We
whole life like it's my sworn testimony
The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me God
By the way, George Washington added that
So
on a different grind
My timezone changin' up with them states
Hard for my dawgs 'cause the count on me
I was whispering to God, he put that sound on me
Pound for
up and down everytime you swing my door
I got my rims finger fucked
By a god dam j
Gave him 1.8
Of some hard ass yay
It's a lot of crack smokers
the money got us chained by the nation
Gotta put God first in every situation
Life is so amazing
Life is so incredible
No telling where we finna go
The stars
from the rope that which doesn't
Kill makes me stronger hard to feel when pain
Becomes armor for better or worse
Wound or hearse sum it up with a curse:
put on this planet (I love you)
Since you got me all sentimental
[Chorus]
C'mon, don't stop
Girl, maybe we should think about it (think about it
guessed it! God done over by customs, the pair of us, didn't we? So there we
are standing there, "Hello hello hello! What you been up to, you naughty boys?"
got any spare change?"
"Ahh! Here's my whole wallet, get away from me!"
Imagine a whole family with voice boxes, that'd be creepy, wouldn't it?
They'd
get hella worse
Love gone forever hurt
If I put my time to it then it better work
Don't be fooled by the devil cause he gotta smirk
Shit he probably
my God, boy, you didn't go there, no, you did not
I got a whole storyboard for you, boy, you're the plot
You're gettin' got, whether you try to avoid
Spiritual armor, bring me more medals of honor
I'm not your average M.C., son, my level is sharper
The ghetto is smarter, children of them biblical authors
Spiritual armor, bring me more medals of honor
I'm not your average M.C., son, my level is sharper
The ghetto is smarter, children of them biblical authors
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