Mw3

Lyrics

[Intro] Who Is Mark James? [Verse] I used to be violent and pure aggressive Mic was a murder weapon Now I prefer to bless 'em Wit' a life and a certain message That'll tell them that Jesus Movin' mountains with faith (Faith) Ain't no telekinesis So, ask when I lead in faith Homie, hell when it freezes (Oh) Got a mission and I'm on it With seven kids I'd be happy if could finish the laundry I am not complainin' My music's poppin', ain't it? Nah, I'm playin' (Yeah) My stock has been droppin' with the music But I know my God is famous (Ayo) Even if I'm broke and I'm way behind on a lot of payments (Yeah) Every day I'm prayin' That situations do not be changin' When I get gettin' tempted To start complainin', I'ma stop and thank Him (Yeah) Like, you better get behind me, Satan I'm still givin' God the praises (Ah-oh) But I ain't worried 'Bout blowin' up like an eighties baby (Yeah, yeah) I may be crazy And medicated for ADHD And what's amazing Is I remember the day He saved me (Yeah, yeah) The sun'll shine When the skies are grey like that Macy lady Haha, so, when y'all finished Then y'all done (Yeah) My God doesn't mess around And like triple birdie in par one He's bar none I'm charged up, this all fun (Yeah, yeah) I'm finna drop These are long walk bars, son Shock value How you like it? That drink that I just handed you I spiked it, hahahahaha I'm only kidding, I'm the nicest And not because my bars I was regarding my politeness (Like this, oh) Clearly This young man is insane But never mind, huh Kinda like I wasn't born with a brain It's time to switch it up Like a kid in a foreign exchange The flesh is gettin' put To death, like the core in a cave DOA, DOA How you like it, how you like it? Man, I'm just rhymin' like this To try to get a gang of y'all excited How you thirty-six and still Kinda got a tendency for violence? (Yeah, yeah) Man, on the resume for age I'm always feelin' undecided, heh (Whoo) Never play guitar But But my God, He rocks (Yeah, yeah) His name is gettin' lifted higher Karate chop He still workin' on me And all my kinks are like the body shop (Yeah, yeah) The finished product Finna be a Maserati, watch, time to stop [Outro] Bumpy (Haha)