(Yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Clearing my mind I've been reading my Bible, I'm cranking the beat on a solo recital
Looking to God I don't look for an idol, need a brand new car with my name on the title
Put on for myself no American Idol, Jay Z ain't for Jesus ain't dropping on Tidal
Show me you solid I'll make you my bridal communication, having patience is vital
I pray that they listen when I get to spitting
I'm talking 'bout God this is not 'bout religion
Religion was made to distort people image
He came to make sons and daughters, not a system
The church is a people the church ain't a place
They ignoring the truth and it's right in they face
Where would I be if I didn't have grace?
How could I run by myself in this race?
Where would I be if I didn't have Jesus?
I needed Him how could He ever need us?
I'm in Oxon Hill I just picked up some Rita's
I'm pushing 210 I ain't driving no Prius
I'm thinking 'bout Blake couple years since I seen 'em
I'm seeing your twin when I see your lil brother
If rap don't work, then I'm using my voice for the people one way or another
Go and chase wisdom or go chase the world?
I'd rather have Jesus than diamonds and pearls
They leading you on, lot of women ain't thurl
Can't end up in hell over chasing a girl
Can't end up in hell when He died for my life
I'm choosing my route I ain't thinking it twice
And the devil gon bait you, you better not bite
And my vision was blurry, He cleared up my sight
I never thought I'd be the one with the mic
And He seeking your soul don't put up a fight
They don't speak 'bout the pain that comes with this life
And they don't speak 'bout the change that comes with this life
They don't speak 'bout the battle you fight in your mind
They don't speak 'bout the times when you down and you feel out of line
I've been looking for brighter days, I need a hiding place
Let's take a ride away I need some time away
The problem with these rappers they ain't real, they ain't authentic
And they gon mess with Swerve 'cause imma tell the truth and I don't bend it
And it was me and Blake just twenty dollars with us, and we'd spend it
If I was ever down bad and needed money he gon send it
(Long live the Rackman)
(TRIPPY WORLD)
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(Yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Clearing my mind I've been reading my Bible, I'm cranking the beat on a solo recital
Looking to God I don't look for an idol, need a brand new car with my name on the title
Put on for myself no American Idol, Jay Z ain't for Jesus ain't dropping on Tidal
Show me you solid I'll make you my bridal communication, having patience is vital
I pray that they listen when I get to spitting
I'm talking 'bout God this is not 'bout religion
Religion was made to distort people image
He came to make sons and daughters, not a system
The church is a people the church ain't a place
They ignoring the truth and it's right in they face
Where would I be if I didn't have grace?
How could I run by myself in this race?
Where would I be if I didn't have Jesus?
I needed Him how could He ever need us?
I'm in Oxon Hill I just picked up some Rita's
I'm pushing 210 I ain't driving no Prius
I'm thinking 'bout Blake couple years since I seen 'em
I'm seeing your twin when I see your lil brother
If rap don't work, then I'm using my voice for the people one way or another
Go and chase wisdom or go chase the world?
I'd rather have Jesus than diamonds and pearls
They leading you on, lot of women ain't thurl
Can't end up in hell over chasing a girl
Can't end up in hell when He died for my life
I'm choosing my route I ain't thinking it twice
And the devil gon bait you, you better not bite
And my vision was blurry, He cleared up my sight
I never thought I'd be the one with the mic
And He seeking your soul don't put up a fight
They don't speak 'bout the pain that comes with this life
And they don't speak 'bout the change that comes with this life
They don't speak 'bout the battle you fight in your mind
They don't speak 'bout the times when you down and you feel out of line
I've been looking for brighter days, I need a hiding place
Let's take a ride away I need some time away
The problem with these rappers they ain't real, they ain't authentic
And they gon mess with Swerve 'cause imma tell the truth and I don't bend it
And it was me and Blake just twenty dollars with us, and we'd spend it
If I was ever down bad and needed money he gon send it
(Long live the Rackman)
(TRIPPY WORLD)
(Yeah, yeah)
Clearing my mind I've been reading my Bible, I'm cranking the beat on a solo recital
Looking to God I don't look for an idol, need a brand new car with my name on the title
Put on for myself no American Idol, Jay Z ain't for Jesus ain't dropping on Tidal
Show me you solid I'll make you my bridal communication, having patience is vital
I pray that they listen when I get to spitting
I'm talking 'bout God this is not 'bout religion
Religion was made to distort people image
He came to make sons and daughters, not a system
The church is a people the church ain't a place
They ignoring the truth and it's right in they face
Where would I be if I didn't have grace?
How could I run by myself in this race?
Where would I be if I didn't have Jesus?
I needed Him how could He ever need us?
I'm in Oxon Hill I just picked up some Rita's
I'm pushing 210 I ain't driving no Prius
I'm thinking 'bout Blake couple years since I seen 'em
I'm seeing your twin when I see your lil brother
If rap don't work, then I'm using my voice for the people one way or another
Go and chase wisdom or go chase the world?
I'd rather have Jesus than diamonds and pearls
They leading you on, lot of women ain't thurl
Can't end up in hell over chasing a girl
Can't end up in hell when He died for my life
I'm choosing my route I ain't thinking it twice
And the devil gon bait you, you better not bite
And my vision was blurry, He cleared up my sight
I never thought I'd be the one with the mic
And He seeking your soul don't put up a fight
They don't speak 'bout the pain that comes with this life
And they don't speak 'bout the change that comes with this life
They don't speak 'bout the battle you fight in your mind
They don't speak 'bout the times when you down and you feel out of line
I've been looking for brighter days, I need a hiding place
Let's take a ride away I need some time away
The problem with these rappers they ain't real, they ain't authentic
And they gon mess with Swerve 'cause imma tell the truth and I don't bend it
And it was me and Blake just twenty dollars with us, and we'd spend it
If I was ever down bad and needed money he gon send it
(Long live the Rackman)
(TRIPPY WORLD)
Writer: Jules Bikoy
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