Lyrics:
ain't stressin' ya'll. This is confession, ya'lll!
Jesus is the Truth! That's why me and my crew be reppin', ya'lll!
[Chorus]
Right back in the cup '
rose Jesus from the grave
The same heart
The one who stilled the sea just by having faith
Yeah, I don't how
But I can testify
He calls each of us by our
Y'all ain't rocking with the videos, ain't checking out the songs
I pray to the man above and He put me where I belong
I was wondering where He at when
He was just an old country doctor
In a little Kentucky town
Fame and fortune had passed him by
But we never saw him frown
As day by day in his
Tell me why you lie
To keep me by your side
You could just tell the truth
And I'd just stay with you
I ain't got nothing to lose
And nothing prove
So
and awe, she amazed, surmised
And Dali paints a ghastly night
Ghostly by accounts of those men who write
Imagine what we'd do if no one knew
What's red is
know where your goin too
Just a memoryso you better pack a pistol
Everybody dying, death controls y'all
Your nobody till somebody kills you
Label
Who am I to you?
Am I really all you need?
If I am, why do you worship false idols?
Why do you chase something you'll always lose?
Why do you give
What the fuck
Y'all niggas supposed to be family man
Niggas out here fightin in the
Street and shit man
After ten long, years, guess who comin, home
messy and question it
And y'all still not receptive to me that's backwards and dyslectic
Jesus said unless a man has been born again
He can't see
I who are you the end is nye
Im way to drunk (Im way to drunk)
Im way to high (Im way to high)
Might blow my mind (Might blow my mind)
I know why (I
No comparison
Dreamville like Marion Jones on the steroids
Y'all niggas slow as a heroin high
Y'all had a year, y'all had a year
Y'all had a year,
and that's all they will ever show
So the ones in the West will never move east and feel they could be at home
Get tricked by the Beast but where them gon'
of Jesus with the Holy Spirit
You won't be found and
Look at the Son
Look at the Father
Under his wings
That's why I'm grounded
Lord, I love you more than
where your goin too
Just a memory...so you better pack a pistol
Everybody dying, death controls y'all
Your nobody till somebody kills you
[Pusha T]
Label
I'll be your superhero
When danger arrives
I'll be by your side (uh)
You're my lucky dime (uh)
Wyclef told me call 911
But who do you call when
message of the next part)
(Is I'm telling people)
(Who are controlled by the times)
(To stop lying to themselves)
(And accept the fact)
(They need to stop
that. Pretty
personal. Real ruff copy. It's the only one we got. You know what I
mean? I think y'all really love the story. People are nosey and want
a baphomet, I can't even play that
Y'all like astrology, I'm into Jesus
I seen His face in the clouds, and I mean it
I can't be part of this world, gave me
lies
Wake up—O sleeper—open your eyes
So you can fix them on Jesus Christ
Cuz if you've been lulled to sleep by the world's lies
How can you ever focus
pour
Niggas like, "Ruck, Fuck you rhyming to this beat for?"
Listen, life is like a muthafuckin' seesaw
One minute you hot, the next, "Yo, where's
memories don't exist to me
Who needs friends when you got
Plenty of frienemies
Real enemies they jealous
Hoes see me, start acting
Over-zealous
There is
enough to get y'all all invited
Please don't ever put your heart up in it I'm meeting feelings with a awkward silence
One call niggas all was sliding by
the kitchen and I don't know why
Caught my aunt smoking crack and she got a black eye
Living on Focus: HOPE and we tryna get by
Sippin' on WIC juice, wash it
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