| Whoa ohhh
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| Yeah
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| Majestic is the way you glow
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| I’m the evidence you saved a soul, oh
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| Yuh
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| Aye
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| I slide through in a fly coupe
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| Giving sunlight through the sky roof
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| He preserves me like some dry fruit
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| 4eva MOBN I’m die proof
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| My status glows
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| I ain’t rappin for the bag or ratchet hoes
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| Just trying to bring my master massive souls
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| Before my casket close
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| I’m a heathen changed by Jesus name
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| He’s the flame and we all lit
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| There’s dopamine in that HOG spit
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| When my jaw flip it’s like raw whip
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| I’m saved satan I ain’t never soft
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| He' a playmaker he never lost
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| Jehovah took my fate bretha
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| Mayweather ain’t got a better cross
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| Gangland I was west bred
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| Thought I’d rep red til my death bed
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| Let faith in now I hate sin
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| Tell satan he can catch lead for real
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| Huh, yet some flexin' on my ex
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| Cuz his excellence be exiting my stress
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| On everything
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| Hands up let em hang high in that dang sky
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| And give worship
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| By his purpose we’ve been purchased
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| He is perfect
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| Broke the curse to cloak the earth
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| I’m mo' than certain He deserves it
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| And the world is so perverted
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| But for His church He still endures it
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| That’s really love
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| Majestic is the way you glow
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| I am the evidence you saved a soul
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| You are the author and the finisher of my faith
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| That’s why I worship and adore
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| You are everything I want and more
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| Gonna praise you right now I ain’t gotta wait for Sunday
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| Yeah the evidence of your residence inside of me is my rivalries
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| And that hate that I feel for the man that killed my brother
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| Inside done died to me
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| I was a wicked wretch with the sickest threats
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| And the biggest techs my hood had
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| Now I’m a child of God I lead a squad
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| And we all know that we got a good dad
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| They say the hood bad but I love it
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| And we all need a little TLC
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| But we ain’t chasin' no waterfalls
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| Cuz we ain’t living no fantasy
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| I’d rather be under a canopy
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| Somewhere kicked back with my feet up
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| But instead I’m on this black top
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| In the game and I’m tearing my cleats up
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| I’m a soul winnin' sojurner
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| And there’s no winnin' when there’s no learners
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| To teach you they could seek truth
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| And they could handle problems with no burners
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| Hands up don’t shoot
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| Talking out a gum scoot
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| Brothas you was made for more than a fade
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| Or dying for dumb blue
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| Ain’t a price that’s high enough
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| That’s worth your life endin'
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| And I’m trying to tell you about
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| The majestic one from the beginnin
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| So sinnin' nah I’m done with that
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| Ain’t nothing good gon' come from that
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| So give your life to Christ
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| And He gon' put you on game like a rumble pack
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| Majestic is the way you glow
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| I am the evidence you saved a soul
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| You are the author and the finisher of my faith
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| That’s why I worship and adore
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| You are everything I want and more
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| Gonna praise you right now I ain’t gotta wait for Sunday |