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[Intro: Raw-B & NOT KLYDE] Yeah [?] [?] Ayy You already know what it is Ight, look [Verse 1: Raw-B] Workin' while young, I ain't makin' much People tryna tell me that my Jesus just a crutch Boy, I been through hell and back, and you gon' tell me He ain't clutch? I've been walkin' through the fire, look like I don't give a- hush There's beauty in the struggle, don't you ever knock my hustle When you wanna move a mountain, sometimes, God gives you shovel If you trust Him, then the tools He's given you will bless you double Man, this life is gonna blow, I don't mean to burst your bubble But lame artists get a buzz while I'm workin' wit' a stubble And that's hella outta pocket like '97 O. Russell To be honest, it is not in my DNA to be humble And I always be like "Damn" every time I get in trouble Like, one time, I was runnin' away from the 12 With my homie that I grew up with, but now, we in a cell And even though Satan keeps his grip in strong holds like spiking gel I'ma be on top of Everest, steadily ringin' them bells Like- [Chorus: NOT KLYDE] Ayy Ooh, get out the way (Beam, yeah, get out the way, beam) Hoo, my God [?], make yo' giants fade (Yeah, giants fade, ooh) Ooh, get out the way (Bling, skrrt, skrrt) Yeah, my God [?] (Ayy, [?]) Ooh, get out the way (Skrrt, skrrt, ooh, yeah) Huh, my God [?], make yo' giants fade (Giants fade, skrrt, skrrt) Yeah, get out the way (Get out the way) My God [?] ([?]) [Verse 2: Xay Hill] Used to dream of times where life was elevated But then, it went to smoke, it seems everything's hella faded Niggas in the garden like snakes, they hella gracious Lookin' for a moment to bite, but they never make it I'm a small town kid with a big city dream, uh Wanna be a trending status like I'm freakin' [?] I know I had the light, I done seen my soul gleam I used to be that lonely boy until God blessed me wit' the team Yeah, ayy, you could move mountains, got honey flowin' like river I used to die for these moments where everything just got bigger Ayy, so much, I grabbed the gun, I had to flex wit' a trigger I used to flex that stereotype, I was that number one nigga Until You came into my life, You made everything right See, in the middle of the night, You pulled my neck from that knife It was murder that day, oh, it was murder alright He put the old Xay to rest and gave a new one new life You can- [Chorus: NOT KLYDE] Ayy! Ooh, get out the way (Beam, yeah, get out the way, beam) Hoo, my God [?], make yo' giants fade (Yeah, giants fade, ooh) Ooh, get out the way (Bling, skrrt, skrrt) Yeah, my God [?] (Ayy, [?]) Ooh, get out the way (Skrrt, skrrt, ooh, yeah) Huh, my God [?], make yo' giants fade (Giants fade, skrrt, skrrt) Yeah, get out the way (Get out the way) My God [?] ([?]) [Bridge: NOT KLYDE] Runnin' like man, I got the plan, God got me in His hands (Yeah) I could be dead, I could be gone, God got me in His plans (Yeah) I could turn left, I could flip out, I could flip lean and Xans (Yeah) Killin' my demons, runnin' 'til the wheels fall off, got me runnin' when I can Runnin' like man, I got the plan, God got me in His hands (Yeah) I could be dead, I could be gone, God got me in His plans (Yeah) I could turn left, I could flip out, I could flip lean and Xans (Yeah) Killin' my demons, runnin' 'til the wheels fall off, got me runnin' when I can