It's the second coming
Hear the trumpet ain't no running
Watch me hit my dance like poof
It's that magic 32
Boy, It's the second coming
Don't play yourself
'Cause I don't think you really got a chance man
Pulling up in your '05 Grand Am
Yelling out the window "yo, I'm next up fam"
Hit us up like "let's cook up, man"
You're like "people say I sound just like Chance"
When we get in the car we play a little snippet gotta stop it
Looking just like Craig and Smokey yelling "DAYYYYYU-"
Yo, that ain't it
How you got so many bands but you late on your rent?
That ain't it
I don't got the time to waste, nah
He's coming back soon I'm not about to debate, nah
Ooh, it's a celebration
Gotta tell the nation
We ain't talking bread 'less we taking communion, aye
It's the second coming
Hear the trumpet ain't no running
Watch me hit my dance like poof
It's that magic 32
Boy, It's the second coming
Feeling like I'm Ricker watch me pop
Shoulder leaning like it's '06
With the wodies had to crop
Certain people out the picture
Bro, all y'all did was flop, hmm
You weren't down for me, no
All y'all did was leach, oh
All y'all did was
Dripping with the True Vine, hold up wait
He the Vinedresser, hold up wait
I don't have the time to, what?
Leave me a message
Ain't with the stressing
Stack up the blessing
3 years ahead man I'm never in the present
This my obsession hit em with the crescent
Time running out don't ever second guess it
Boy, It's the second coming
Hear the trumpet ain't no running
Watch me hit my dance like poof
It's that magic 32
It's the second coming
Hear the trumpet ain't no running
Watch me hit my dance like poof
It's that magic 32
Revival is coming