Yeah yeah
I like this one Calm
Battz they been waiting for a minute
Let's give it to 'em
This remind me of the mornin after Sunday
Wake up early, hit the gym, playin Kanye
"We gonna make it Momma!" That's what they all say
But we just made it Momma! It's a good day!
Prophecy!
Manifestin' properly
That's bet on God
Believe your goals and work until you burn your feet
I'm talkin' like they're steamin' coals
Write a song 8 days a week
Don't stop until you break the mold
And if you stop at break the mold, you'll never know how far you'll go!
Oh, I gotta message in my little soul
Oh, I gotta gospel singer in my phone
Might hit him up and sample it
You thinkin' like a simpleton
If you still think success and God in rap can not go hand and hand
Man
Maybe slow it down and pray again
Man
Why you send a list like "meet demands"?
Man
Never question what he got in plan
Cause if this was a game of chance I'd mess it up and cheat my hand
Cheatin' out the property
Monopoly and rap money
Keep me out the poverty
And do it for His sovereignty
I'm still where I gotta be
I still got a God in me
I'll still shine my little light and trust it to keep guidin' me
Blindin me, hide and seek
Trade my life for all the see
He is strength when I am weak
Now I record with audisea
Say that to say
That we came a long way
And we still got a long way
So you cannot quit today
Get up, get up, yeah
Get up
And live
Live
Okay
I gotta tell y'all all the truth so imma take it back
When I be speaking bout that real
They gonna say it's wack
And I'm not leading by emotions
I be statin' facts
They be running laps up on our backs
We gotta take it back
This ain't no accident, it's systematic
When I tell em that it's a system, they act combative
Tell me what's the matter?
What's the matter
Now the enemy scatters
We just cattle to the system
Laying dead upon a plater
I
Been tryna spread knowledge
I acknowledge that there's a disconnect
We need some logic
To dislodge it
Gotta be direct
Yeshua yeah he's the best
I see that life is a test
I've been holding all this pain
I gotta get it off my chest
I been seeing people fallin' short In life
Everything we see is so wrong so we don't know what what's right
I see the fruit of all our choices and they ain't ripe
Watch them blow up in our face like dynamite