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Double A don't care about the plays
Only care about the place where my body gotta waste
When I lay my head down on the pillowcase
Satan talkin' in my space, tellin' me I don't get the grace
Holy water gettin' a taste, Double A writin' these lines
I could do it every single day
Spin the track, tryna cut out the slack, gettin' beats on the Mac
Know I'm tryna distract, tryna pass time like quarterbacks
Hand it off to the runnin' back, this life don't get to run it back
Hand it off to the runnin' back, this life don't get to run it back
God gave me this mission, got a vision for the men
I be fishin' with my real pen, real reel, reelin' in
Men like I'm Peter, help em heal pluck out sin with a holy tweezer
Watch em change their life, pray they turn to a preacher
To each their own, but I owe my holy teacher more than I'm worth
Cause I know my meter, but I gotta have faith, I'm more than a believer
Gettin' pretty fed up, waitin' for men to step up
Now my stress up, got me messed up, time to fess up, earth got us messed up
In my word everyday for a checkup, so that sin don't develop
Gotta have my self-discipline,
So that me and God don't grow dissonant dissin' him, isn't it
When I step up on the mic, ya'll better be listenin', cause we killin' it
Spin the track, tryna cut out the slack, gettin' beats on the Mac
Know I'm tryna distract, tryna pass time like quarterbacks
Hand it off to the runnin' back, this life don't get to run it back
Hand it off to the runnin' back, this life don't get to run it back
Ain't doin' this for a double tap or a duffle bag full of cash, gotta double back
Protect my soul like it's in a bubble wrap
Gotta humble my, muddled mind, make rumbles that crumble acts
Of the dark forces, yo they dark horses, tryna start forces
That be extortin', the weak and the poor ones, that stay forcin 'em
Pourin' one till they corset empty, but they soul feelin' plenty
And they wake up in the mornin' and the shame feels plenty
And they wake up feelin' pity on themselves, man I gotta say we do it to ourselves
If we ain't careful, our own flesh finna take us to hell
Look around at this world, can't tell you when he's comin' but I pray it's soon
Get in tune with him or ya'll finna meet ya doom
Go ahead, keep runnin' from the truth, I'm bringin' to the booth
Word around town, we tryna save the world
Spreadin' the truth worth more than pearls
Puttin' together these words like Wordle
Bars too heavy, could never be curled
Many nights and many pennies, I can never get back
I was lost, tossed back and forth, takin' risks like heads or tails, never fails
My life stale, with the cross I know I'll never ever fail, cause my God will prevail
Spin the track, tryna cut out the slack, gettin' beats on the Mac
Know I'm tryna distract, tryna pass time like quarterbacks
Hand it off to the runnin' back, this life don't get to run it back
Hand it off to the runnin' back, this life don't get to run it back

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