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Oh, baby, I'm not no small artist Rockin' these drip these holy garaments
With my Lord, we goin' farther We goin' farther
Holy Spirit hit me And I was looking star struck
Yeah, I call out to God Like, what we gon' do
I'm with Ty Brasel, I'm with Ty BraselHe sent us a drop, then we on the move
Cause the Lord we finna praise him God, we finna Praisehim
He paid the price for my salvation He need no appraisal
I just got a brand-new Bible With the color hazel
Wanted to know how to live your life Just use the word he gave you
Killin' my flesh, I'm dyin' to my sin them spirits we gone slay em
Tryna save a soul, don't care about money And you can keep your paper
Talk down on God, you done This ain't funny, and boy, stop all that hatin
Racin' to the promise this whip go so fast like a shaker
I'm sippin' on this holy water I don't need no chaser
I'm with Ty Brasel, I'm with Ty Brasel
All these crosses on me, I'm too lit I'ma light it up like the strip
Got a P-31 on my hip All this pain, I walk with a limp
No stain, I'm pullin' up trim No shame, I walk with the lamb
No shame, he washed all my sins
Stay with the word on me, let the fire burn on me
Dove on my shoulder, he took all of my burns from me
And I know that devil lurk on me
But God doin' work on me
I'm in the spirit, gettin' rich
God with me in the mix
Me and KOU! in the mix
Just dropped off a hit
I'm runnin' DeAndre Swift
With the signs of Baba Jamari
I'm from fly, but I ain't sorry
Say you couldn't put it on like this
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