Devil’s Move

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Bryson Gray - Rap, Hip-Hop

Devil’s Move

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[Temptations: Devil] I'm not dead, Bryson I know how to test the heart of a man You thinking you're getting back at me But it's part of the plan Soon, you will have a mark on your hand You'll succumb soon When it gets harder to keep all His commands I mean you're not rich yet but you have all of these fans And all of these fans have all these demands Think about the money you lend out to borrow for fam And all of your friends You're gonna leave all that to chance? Bryson we could be a heck of a team Don't you have dreams? Why would you accept to be less than a king? And I think your best is yet to be seen Demon Time has an excellent ring Forget Yeshua and sing He isn't real, He's a charlatan Don't you miss getting drunk with your friends partying? Instead of arguing With people on the internet That used to be your fans Well that until you lost all of them I can get you all of it back Sure call it an act But it's better than all the attacks Repeat what's popular. And the righteousness? Push that to the back And be more tolerant Forget all the facts Repeat after me "You're a sinner, I'm a sinner, we all sin." Write it down, say it again That's how you win Get a token gay friend Apologize for all that you offend After that they'll love you again [Response: Bryson Gray] Well it seems to be your way or else But there's some things you missed about myself Keep hitting under the belt Keep it coming, what else? Cause in the end you running for help You tried to entice me with lust, I slayed it I refuse to insult the Spirit of Grace after He paid it You tried to block the road, but He paved it How you gon stop the One that made it, Crazy? And you tried with anger But look, I'm not mad at all You kept giving shots until I stopped getting drunk on the alcohol You had labels calling my phone with all the cash involved But God had bigger plans and you thought that was all He lifted the curse, now I'm blessed You can't trick me with money, drugs, and sex You know they say life is like chess Yell Christ Gang as I'm killing my flesh Take your last breath

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  • Bryson Gray