Lyrics

We was coming up rapping
Soon as they heard we was Christians they turn to the left
They find fault with the trapping
I'm stumping the dust off my feet, moving on to the next
I mean no disrespect
But whether or not you spend loot from your check
My tracks gon be bumping
I'm dropping
This mug for the church
At the same time they spin it in clubs
What?
A Christian that's rapping
And snapping
And killing these beats for the glory of Jesus
Y'all children are napping
I'm mapping
And plotting success for my team I'm a genius
He who is for us is not against us
But some fake ones just tell them to leave us
Reforming the mind
These bars are like sermons, its service
I'll make them believers
All they ever talk about is whips and chains
So I tell them all about His whips and chains
Can't nothing compare to the pain
The Lamb of God truly was slain
Said if you hold unto life you would lose it
But to lose it for His sake is only to gain
(break)
Tryna keep a law that you don't know
Tryna reap from where you ain't even sow
Man we are so detached from history
We entertain our minds to the death
They say the church ain't looking great bro
A lot of inside to be made tho
So in finna bring the real deal
Making sure Christ in it when I write it down
We put this on the cloud for FREE.99 so you can turn the volume up in the whip when you ride around
This is how it feels to be too rich
African soil is where we grew this
About three or more years ago who would in their right mind would have said I would chose Him
But on the real tho He chose me
Praise God that He chose me
How better does it get?
I'm John Calvin if he ever ever rapped
I'm J I Packer on the beat
It's UDM, 17.6
Yeah UDM 176
We'r treated as impostors, yet the truest
Unknown, yet we well known
They say we'r dying off but yet we live
In Christ we possess everything
I was thinking I'ma tell then how I'm dope
How I'm better than your favorite and the next to blow
But I'll rather push this hope
Hear the message in my lines?
That be the realest that I wrote
And the words ain't even mine
I just spit it from the Bible
And wait for revival
I don't gotta cook it up
This is what the prophets died for
Shouts to big homies like Paul
You see I'm running right past it
Change a couple lives when the mic I grab it
Pagan rappers all in fear saying have at it
I Rep Christ, He is King and that line is classic, Flex.
Okay,
Bringing it back to the trap
This is the way that I rap (you like that)
Washington all on the map
DMV baby there's no holding back