LYRIC

[Intro] To be honest with you, Christian Hip-Hop has been wack

[Verse 1] Lord
We going way, way, way up
I been pushing the kingdom into a threat
The Holy Weapon got messages in the crest
Ironically, man, the phonics be like the reps
I set the bar and get the bars off of my chest
I'm a point-'em-out
I'm changing the sound
My life is like [?] and strawberry [?] Cooking since like the 90's
But Google won't let you find me
The used to a [?] Now truth is where I be hiding, yeah
Pick n' roll to the studio
Huh, and still I dish it like cabinets, I make it happen
Conversations with Jesus
Admiration for women
Condemnation for neighbors
But blessings cover the linen
Affirmation from God
Allocation in heaven
The destination is greatness
I'm acclamation approved
The moves tighter than Mike
The shoes slipper, they Nike's
I'm moonwalking for views
Now Drizzy want me to write, Lord
Diving in deep in the Holy Water
Diving the word of my Holy Father
Keep addressing the problems
Over all of the green
The savior still in my nature
I'm winning like Charlie Sheen
Keep me close to the fam'
Keep me closed to your hands
My dude could be like a Judas
My ennemies not my friends
People posing for pictures, what's the irony in that
The Spirit steering the whip, but the devil still in the back, ya

[Interlude] If you hear Christian and rapper, you may immediately write it off

[Verse 2] Lord
Wave Lord, you speak to me in the ocean
Prayed to God, He spoke to me in the open
I laid my back on the water, the angel's floating
I be Puerto Rican day parade coastin'
Thanks to the show I done got my flow up
I marvel the story
All of y'all a euphoria
Being a Christian don't mean you nice with the soil
The pen'll keep you from lawyers
To shine aluminium foil
I'm embracing the box
Jesus made me a kid
I'm Styles P with the locks
I just caught me the drop
The tongue of Ruger, act stupid
I'm shooting like they the cops, yeah
Malcolm X and we landed on Plymouth Rock, huh
God flow, I'm proud to be the new leader
Push the culture from vultures
Had Jesus tryna repeat it
Label me, it don't matter
The flow is the streets the heaven
My soul is touching the gold
The goal is to get 'em home, ya
The genre forever changed, I'm pushing it
Get a beat, young heart, and started cooking it
I had a drought, start selling to make it out
The couch is one of my 'bouts
I was right in the devil house
Pounds of salad, no dressing
I still had to question
I needed a lesson
Things Change was a blessing
The problem wasn't the teaching
The problem was I was texting
The money now in the budget
New cameras up in the church, ya
A drug dealer's repentance
Still thinking the same
I just changed my opinion
Now Jesus is throwing money at me
Racists looking funny at me
24 and young
CNN still tryna trap me
The skin colour of royalty
Jesus, give me some patience
These rappers is really boring me
We been begging for justice
I'm becoming the target
It's harder just 'cause I'm black
I can start the bus from the back
I'm lighter than Flyknits
I'm starting how to get fly kits
Houston, we have a problem
I show 'em just how to rocket, yeah
Yeah, bling bling
Every time I pull up, they telling the choir sing
I talk about my emotion
That's relation I write
I'm embracing the label
The genre changed for life
Uh, a drug dealer's repentance
My mama prolly will cry
She knew that I ever did this, nah

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