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Aight, y'all ready
I don't gotta let the beat ride
I'm in Atlanta shootin' videos with Baker on the Eastside
How many days we hit the road? This month like three times
We goin' higher with the Lord, ain't do no decline
You gotta get your prayer up, boy
Any demons tryna run into the spot, we slay em up, boy
Keep on playin' with my God, you gon' be done, boy
Boy, I'm prayin' to the Holy Spirit, Father, and the Son, boy
I hit the gas and the car whine, it make that one noise
I'm givin' worship to the Lord, I make that one noise
Some days I ain't even wanna live this life, I had to hurt for it
You wanna live that purpose that he got, you gotta work for it
It's me and gang, we four deep in this whip just like a GLS
I'm sayin' you better have a firm foundation he'll put you to the test
And we won't put our faith in luck because you know we blessed
I never gotta go and call on Buddha, cause my God the best
He said he pray to God, he don't pray to Buddha
He got his word, but he don't use it, he a lazy shooter
I don't glorify the block on my hell computer
I know it's hard to read your word, but, bro, you gotta do it
Like all that pride and hate inside your heart, you gotta lose it
We can't make the choice for you to live, bro, you just gotta choose it
When that conviction hit me, boy, I felt stupid
Like how I really got some true love, but it ain't came from Cupid
Like how he gave me true love
You don't wanna leave this earth without the Lord and see them two doves
We paid inside of heaven, feel like 42 Dugg
Sendin' shots at the devil like we got two slugs
I don't need no two plugs
I'm really tryin' to test the spirit and see what they on
Callin' dawg from out of state, I'm on a payphone
Last days, you know Jesus comin' back, we gettin' take home
We gettin' taken up, we gettin' tooken up
You can hear the word from God, but you don't look enough
The spirit'll make you cry down, why you lookin' tough
We'll test the spirit right now, I'll go' call his bluff
Cause I ain't even tryna rap for real
Yeah, bro just went and gave his life to God, he don't wanna trap for real
Put a demon in the box, he don't wanna scrap for real
Ayy, 24 hours in the lab for real
Tryna eat that daily bread, boy I don't need a meal
Really church on Halloween, but ain't no souls we steal
I'm pop a demon in his top before I pop a pill
Don't make the Lord go humble you, you just gotta chill