Yuh
Yah
These man won't let the kid breathe
So stressed I ain't got no sleep (ah)
I Gotta break these shackles
Too many RIPs and Frees
And round here in the streets
It really gets tough when you got no p
And police ain't giving us peace
So bro feel locked in the streets
But I still put up my hand and
Praise him
Cah I ain't ever been up in the station
So many RIPs round here
Thank God my cos my life ain't taken
Broken home invasions
Still got the shackle round me please break it
Broken house invasions (listen)
Our time will come, we're waiting (its like)
We stay praisin'
Every time I put my hand in the air, bro ask
Why you praisin' him?
So I say that I'm praisin' him
So he best see this and just take me in
Money is an option, God is an option
So which one are you garn take now?
Boy's still asking all these questions
Cos everytime when I get these blessings, blessings
But I don't do no stressin', stressin'
Its the thing that he's testing, wait
Humble, go far with blessing or blessings will go far, be humble
I be prayin' the kid don't stumble
Cos I pray that I get that bag
It can never be a thing or my faith will stumble
And I've noticed
Hella man sayin' free my bros
But won't ask her to come free these chains
I can't lie it don't make sense
Cah this life man it ain't no game
And we still got Black Lives Matter
Hard in these streets, man it just won't change
But I still go ahead and just praise him
Do up my dance, when I say just
Lift it, wave it
So much now
I can praise him
Who would have thought that the chains are broken
So we can put our hands in the air and
Lift it, wave it
So much now
I can praise him
Who would have thought that the chains are broken
So just praise man will save him
These man won't let the kid breathe
So stressed I ain't got no sleep (ah)
I Gotta break these shackles
Too many RIPs and Frees
And round here in the streets
It really gets tough when you got no p
And police ain't giving us peace
So bro feel locked in the streets
But I still put up my hand and
Praise him
Cah I ain't ever been up in the station
So many RIPs round here
Thank God my cos my life ain't taken
Broken home invasions
Still got the shackle round me please break it
Broken house invasions
Our time will come, we're waiting
Now we need some hope
There's too many broken homes (ah)
I feel like I got shackles
Its the place where nights get cold
Round here you don't get new clothes
I pray for my bro cos he's stuck on roads
So here we late night workin'
Cos we're trying to make a hit like woah (woah)
Back then a G don't rate it (now, now)
Catch it, break it
Dash on the floor like pavement
Its all corruption, its blatant
Cah my bro still doing up trade-ins
But for nobody I'll trade it
I'm sayin'
C O G what my name is
And my G O D is amazing
So I just put up my hand and
Praise him
Cah I ain't ever been up in the station
So many RIPs round here
Thank God my cos my life ain't taken
Broken home invasions
Still got the shackle round me please break it
Broken house invasions
Our time will come, we're waiting
We stay praisin'
Praise him
Cah I ain't ever been up in the station (nah, nah)
So many RIPs round here
Thank God my cos my life ain't taken (ay)
Broken home invasions
Still got the shackle round me please break it
Broken house invasions
Our time will come, we're waiting (ay)
We stay praisin'
Praisin'
Ay, ay
Praisin'
Ay, ay
Praisin'
Praisin'
Praisin'
Ay, ay
Praisin'
Ay, ay
Praisin'
Ay, ay, ay
Praisin'
Praisin'
Ay
(Mason)