Lyrics

Yeah yeah C'mon Ahh! Y'Know That's right Bruh Yuh C'mon C'mon Ahh! [Verse 1: Bazooka Tha Disciple] Yeah Bazooka I've been putting all of my faith In the father's promises Exalted But I give Him the glory for my accomplishments And I'm just putting on For the king and the squad I'm mobbin' with It's time to level up Do it major like college scholarships We take no izzels (L's) This humble fella came to ruffle feathers Comin' with a truth that doesn't sit well You sinned against God When you die you gon' be in hell But Christ can set you free from that prison So give a quick bail I'm hated by the world but I'm righteous in the Lord's eyes I've got the full armor of God on cuz it's war time Yeah I'm in the game for real And I ain't sittin' court side In the lab spittin' bars But them HOG's call it pork rimes This is the war cry from the storm I made it To the shore line and the gospel made the corpse rise Resurrected from the dead homie and I'm sure about that I can put that up on the dead homies [Verse 2: Ivey Conerly] I wake up and seek his face Just know I'm on the way Move around in the place Where they aim for the face I know Christ for myself but still I gotta be safe So when I put on my belt something else on the waist Second Timothy Two-Tray Is not for play If God shows His enemies grace then you okay Pressure on my feet gotta preach what He say Pounds on my knees right next to my jeans pray Hop out a war's on display reflecting Yahweh We made in the image you hate Imago Dei Can't kill him rather try the body ay We been dead these limbs supposed to decay Somebody tell death that we taught another day Love my enemies but bet I make it home the same If not in the presence of the King is where I stay Many grams I'mma leave absent from the faith [Verse 3: Zaydok] A pastor asked me if Saved not soft means that we're tough guys Told him no I mean we speak Jesus even when slugs fly Maybe I'm just like my father Prince when the doves cry The kind of mind to preach on the corner where thugs die Them prison cells and that funeral sits where thugs cry So we on the block with the gospel hoping to touch lives What would Jesus do in the hood Would be a tour guide Don't just step foot on the bus if you ain't for the full ride You mobbin' homie tuck the fear Ain't no suckas here If it's ruckus remember Peter was quick to cut an ear Times are evil we love the people but we are cautious Don't run up in and rush em expect it and catch a hog tusk We men of peace but my unit filled with warriors Ya whole team will get smashed together like accordions Doing my best to avoid annoyances Because the only clappin' I wanna cause Is just applause from an audience For real [Verse 4: Sevin] Aye I'm going viral like I'm made of apps And these are words that you could follow like I laid a map Yeah And this will embottle your brain in fact It's the kind that most will think they can swallow but can't adapt Cuz he's making scholars from maniacs We the proof Want the truth hope you got on your training cap Hand on the cross It's the boss of the razorbacks And the way we play the game you should offer to save the stack I don't play with cats Nor do I talk to or lay with rats Loyal to the MOB I was offered a gang of racks Cuz they found I was a Christian in they system In the position to give them a loss and they hated that Yuh Huh I'm a faucet the rain is back I enjorneyed into Christ and got lost and then made it back He saved me through the cross But I'm a slave to that I'm banging that I told Him that I'll take whatever came with that Niggas talk a gang of crack We could pull up on em where they hangin' at Spit something fire and it ain't a rap I'll pray it never came to that Trust it I got a fully musket So heavy my relly upped it and bust it And then it sprained his back Hood nigga Yeah I'm a rider it made me that Time to hit the 9er game and go live with a Raiders hat What I'm saying is All of your idols is lame and whack And on my momma nigga I'd rather die than to pray to that