Lyrics:
death
This is the power of Christ in me
From life's first cry to final breath
Jesus commands my destiny
No power of hell, no scheme of man
Can ever pluck
How precious is the One who bore my sin
How beautiful the hands that drew me in
The Savior of the world
The One who's not contained by time or space
looked me in my eyes and told me prison set me straight
I can tell that he for real so I believe what he say
Came a long way from getting hooked on H
In
in Heaven the Angels gotta raise some hell
Ornaments
I need like t(h)ree, so a nigga can dish some bells
I ran back to the seaside, peering at my
no longer with you
In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God
But because you still alive
He got me praying that the spiritual is real
So I
The younger me would probably think I was soft
But I look back at them days and I know I was lost, uh
Living life without a care in the world
So, how could I
fumble
Ah yeah
Shout out G.O.D (Shout out G.O.D)
More of Him, less of me
I'll say it again on repeat
Glory to the Lamb
(Glory to the Lamb)
I wear His glory
my ghost to God, deliver me from Deuteronomy
In this economy, I don't need no devils up under me
Molding sounds to gold, my philosopher stone like
Illest in the game, GED with the flame (Q)
First off, let me get this shit cleared
Any nigga talk, prolly get his shit smeared
Back in the trunk, next
three’s, like I’m Steph Curry
In the Lamb, in a hurry
Fuck on your bitch while she
Sniff that perc’ I’m slurping
I might hit that ass again, that bitch curvy
No I.D.
Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
On the 101, my wife text me
Talkin' 'bout, "You gotta get home, feed
call me in the morning
That's your prescription
Trying to connect with God
Trying to connect with God
Please just hold the line
Please just hold
the blueprints
Stickin to the plan tryna start a brand new movement
Sitting in the pews pouring liquor for communion
Angels asking God how the hell is he a human
first album I was sitting
on the steps in front of my apartment when a gypsy
woman passed by. She stopped and asked me if I would
like my fortune read
The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want
He restoreth my soul
He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake
Yea though I walk
rugged Cross
And exchange it some day for a crown
Oh, that old rugged Cross so despised by the world
Has a wondrous attraction for me
For the dear Lamb
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
nights
Though it might seem wrong thank god for that white
They use to call me the pirex kid, aka young arm and hammer
In the kitchen with the pots yeah
CEO lifestyle ringing on my line
Humid bezels in the face I can't tell the time
Red and blue lamb truck Optimus prime
On the go, you know I'm never
back to punch you to the ground, you trick
It's a trap, fuck my last CD, that shit's in my trash
I'll be God-damned if another rapper gets in my ass
I
me hell
Built busy bonfires sister dance in flames
Charcoal babies scream your name
Justified your deeds with words once told
The seven sins you know
to get higher like I'm flying, a pilot
Up to Heaven, me and brethren in that royalty line
Wrote a album full of loyalty lines, I gets mine
Heaven rock
: get out of my head
I think that it's time that he bled
Fuck the god who made me the lamb
Kill the man with my bare hands
They tell me: start taking my
get smacked up
By the are-you-N-D-M-see (that's where it's at cuz)
Known as the tough cats, kickin' tough rough raps
In jeans, leather jackets, my
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