Lead Me
Go ahead of me
Light my path
Cause I can't see my feet
Go with me
Wherever I be
You gave me this robe
Tryna make sure that it's clean
Woah
Oh God, uh
God you know you my father
They got nothing on you, that's nada
You not a person I'd lie to
Got a couple angels
They my shottas
I ain takin no mess for nobody
When it come to you, God I'm slidin
Oh
Oh
I'm so grateful for your grace
I'm so grateful for your grace
I'm so grateful for your grace
I'm so grateful for your
Go
I'm tired of them D's
You think that I'm crip how I throw up them C's
That's Christ
It ran in my family until it ran into me
Fisher Of Men
I'm eatin these rappers
I get on the beat
And it taste like some salmon to me
Oh
God you saved me from myself
I'd be lying if I said I ain need your help
Spread it
I don't even be caring bout how they felt
Oh
I'm so grateful for your grace
I'm so grateful for your grace
I'm so grateful for your grace
I'm so grateful for your
Go
I gotta prove it to you
Hate what they did
I do what I want
Anytime that I do it to you
I gotta always be stuck to the vine
I see it & glue it to you
They just my family earth
I can't run with them folks cause my crew be with you
Quit playing with my Father
No weapon shall prosper
That tool be with you
And you raised your own
Save my soul
My ways getting old
I don't wanna go
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Lead Me
Go ahead of me
Light my path
Cause I can't see my feet
Go with me
Wherever I be
You gave me this robe
Tryna make sure that it's clean
Woah
Oh God, uh
God you know you my father
They got nothing on you, that's nada
You not a person I'd lie to
Got a couple angels
They my shottas
I ain takin no mess for nobody
When it come to you, God I'm slidin
Oh
Oh
I'm so grateful for your grace
I'm so grateful for your grace
I'm so grateful for your grace
I'm so grateful for your
Go
I'm tired of them D's
You think that I'm crip how I throw up them C's
That's Christ
It ran in my family until it ran into me
Fisher Of Men
I'm eatin these rappers
I get on the beat
And it taste like some salmon to me
Oh
God you saved me from myself
I'd be lying if I said I ain need your help
Spread it
I don't even be caring bout how they felt
Oh
I'm so grateful for your grace
I'm so grateful for your grace
I'm so grateful for your grace
I'm so grateful for your
Go
I gotta prove it to you
Hate what they did
I do what I want
Anytime that I do it to you
I gotta always be stuck to the vine
I see it & glue it to you
They just my family earth
I can't run with them folks cause my crew be with you
Quit playing with my Father
No weapon shall prosper
That tool be with you
And you raised your own
Save my soul
My ways getting old
I don't wanna go
Go ahead of me
Light my path
Cause I can't see my feet
Go with me
Wherever I be
You gave me this robe
Tryna make sure that it's clean
Woah
Oh God, uh
God you know you my father
They got nothing on you, that's nada
You not a person I'd lie to
Got a couple angels
They my shottas
I ain takin no mess for nobody
When it come to you, God I'm slidin
Oh
Oh
I'm so grateful for your grace
I'm so grateful for your grace
I'm so grateful for your grace
I'm so grateful for your
Go
I'm tired of them D's
You think that I'm crip how I throw up them C's
That's Christ
It ran in my family until it ran into me
Fisher Of Men
I'm eatin these rappers
I get on the beat
And it taste like some salmon to me
Oh
God you saved me from myself
I'd be lying if I said I ain need your help
Spread it
I don't even be caring bout how they felt
Oh
I'm so grateful for your grace
I'm so grateful for your grace
I'm so grateful for your grace
I'm so grateful for your
Go
I gotta prove it to you
Hate what they did
I do what I want
Anytime that I do it to you
I gotta always be stuck to the vine
I see it & glue it to you
They just my family earth
I can't run with them folks cause my crew be with you
Quit playing with my Father
No weapon shall prosper
That tool be with you
And you raised your own
Save my soul
My ways getting old
I don't wanna go
Writer: Jacob Williams
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