| I don’t know but I’ve been told when the saints come marching in we roll
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| So deep that they can’t believe we sold out seats and them cd’s
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| Please don’t sleep on the beat I… beat up these
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| Still don’t get it would you keep up please
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| We ain’t no heroes for sale, if you bought one better keep your recipt
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| Ok I get it I know what they thinking
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| We some kumbya singing corny christians keep your disses
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| By a ticket to a concert pay a visit think it’s odd
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| We dem blues brothers 116 on a mission from God
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| I don’t think they get it I really think what they gotta do is see it to
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| believe it I wasn’t planning on leaving them
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| Gimmie the microphone with no gimmicks I’m really living it so when they come
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| in and don’t you know to get up on the evidence
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| You ever wanna get it well tell 'em to come and get it
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| I point 'em to a God and we tell 'em we really wit Him
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| They thinkin' that I’m trippin cause I’m livin' for more than just rappin' but
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| that’s what happens when
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| Oh no, here they go go
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| Them boys sold out no promo
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| Tell me give em 2 years it’ll go cold
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| But them boys got 8 like O-JO
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| Imma keep it 300
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| Industry probably wanna see us so
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| But we in the in week in the weak livin we give it our God don’t do any wrong
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| The aroma is that our God saves
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| Married to the Rock and I’m faithful
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| To take these words Beyonce
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| Don’t it feel like we famous
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| When the world will know what are name is
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| But heaven knows us baby and that book of life is that a list
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| I’m so rich and I ain’t talkin bout cheddar
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| But I bank on Christ go and talk to the teller
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| Cut the checks that I get I’ll be cashing forever
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| Laugh at the saints that ain’t a thing go
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| They be lacking to pay that thinking straight
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| Man we ain’t lacking a thing rack in the faith
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| Paid by the blood of the Lamb that is paid
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| Debt is paid
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| Now I don’t know what you’ve been told about us bout us
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| But we gon' love em even though they doubt us doubt us
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| We just visiting like we some out of towners
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| Got em asking us how does this God turn ya’ll into shouters
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| We don’t really think we better, call us perfect no never
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| But we glad to be call saints cause God called us that in the meadows
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| Set apart for the Savior, He’s led our heart to the Maker
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| Forget the art that we making if we never love our neighbors
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| You might catch us whilsting, marked to the spot straight glistening
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| Shining cause we filled with Him, you might wanna listen in
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| Messiah came down the He reigned and He rose
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| Here yeah they go with this again
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| That’s what makes us love our neighbors
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| We not just omitting sin |