Letras
I don't need your, two cents (Chi-ching)
Know what I went through, lament
Been an American reject
What the fuck do you expect?
Whole lotta bad spirits, tryna get in my picture (In my picture)
Crop 'em out, slide down, I ain't fuckin' witcha
Took some losses to the wolves, like I'm the LA Clippers (LA Clippers)
Crossed over, double sided, like an opp mirror
But I survived, now the vision gettin' clearer
Receive the water, and deny the liquor
At the plate, I'mma heavy hitter
Spiritual war, put me in the middle
Okay, put me in the middle
Purple 7 on my wrist (7), royalty and perfection
In God We Trust (Mirror), I see Him in my reflection
A raging wind, cyclone
Rolling through the unknown
Straighten my walk, narrow
Come get Pharaoh
We're powerless without you
No where else to run to
How long will we be subdued?
My people ask who?
Who is the Christ?
That's the question
Tribes listen, it's Jesus from Nazareth
How'd I get this information? An out of body revelation
Never thought I'd be a Christian
Then Christ gave me liberation
Now I'm preachin' to the nations
Talkin' my ish to Satan
The Son He was forsaken
To cover even the pagans
Now I'm preachin' to the nations
Talkin' my ish to Satan
The Son He was forsaken
To cover even the pagans
Purple 7 on my wrist (7), royalty and perfection
In God We Trust (Mirror), I see Him in my reflection
I see Him in my reflection