| Yuh
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| We riding like a roller coaster
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| Catch a body for the body
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| Lemme Holy Ghost ya
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| Salute the squadron we mobbin' from here to Nova Scotia
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| God is the product bruh let me overdose ya
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| Yuh
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| We riding like a roller coaster
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| Catch a body for the body
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| Lemme Holy Ghost ya
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| Salute the squadron we mobbin' from here to Nova Scotia
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| God is the product so let me overdose ya
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| Yuh
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| Ay
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| City lights dancing off the clear coat
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| Decorate to land it
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| It’s so scandalous and so rancid
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| Kids get ransomed up on pure coke
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| Broken system bruh
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| You just another gear spoke
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| And the hood’ll use you then spew you
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| Like a clear throat
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| Real smoke
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| I ain’t have to sit up in the class to learn
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| That poverty will do you something similar to acid burn
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| Cuz it eats you alive just like a massive worm
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| Til fo' bucks you’ll go nuts like a sack of sperm
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| I kept grass up in my trunk like a pachyderm
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| Til I met Christ and then my life took a massive turn
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| Still making profit same hustle just changed the product
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| Still relevant in my element cuz I ain’t forgot it
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| Lord willin' my children will never see me in a prison cell
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| Ain’t gotta throw away my life to see us living well
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| Faith brought heaven to my living hell, huh
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| And plus I stay on point like a driven nail
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| Jesus is the rock I’m just a stepping stone
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| And He can get you off that high without no methadone
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| He calls the shot I’m just a megaphone
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| He’s the driver
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| He’s the whip and He’s The Way
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| Everything to get us home
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| Yuh
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| We riding like a roller coaster
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| Catch a body for the body
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| Lemme Holy Ghost ya
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| Salute the squadron we mobbin' from here to Nova Scotia
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| God is the product bruh let me overdose ya
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| Yuh
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| We riding like a roller coaster
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| Catch a body for the body
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| Lemme Holy Ghost ya
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| Salute the squadron we mobbin' from here to Nova Scotia
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| God is the product so let me overdose ya
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| Yuh
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| Real
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| And thanks to Christ ya’ll
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| Elevated from a land where most are celled or made it
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| Rollin' dice posted holding cannons getting hella faded
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| Where there’s hella hatred
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| A cell awaits em
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| Hell is celebrated
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| I planned to fail at greatness guess my standard’s elevated
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| Was young and dumb I flew the coop
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| All I knew was whoop
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| Would slide with a few that shoot
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| And almost died to pursue that loot
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| Locked and load with a semi thang in a nucci coupe
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| My poppa told me I could be anything but a roody poo
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| Poppin' 'yac
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| Toss it back trying to soothe this mood
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| Coppin' sacks trying to get my pockets fat
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| As that buddhist dude
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| But now I’m moving proof God is on the top
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| And He can solve the problems on our block
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| No Rubix cube
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| The Father’s God the Son is Lord
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| The Holy Ghost is regal
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| He’s on the throne and you are not
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| Bruh ya’ll ain’t close to equal
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| This world is soaked in evil and so deceitful
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| To the point most these hopeless people
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| Don’t even notice evil cuz of they gloat cerebral
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| And Jesus took the burden out the dead it’s gone
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| So if you’re searchin' He’s the person you should bet it on
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| 'Far as the serpent we could get it on
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| My faith is like a hood inside a rock
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| Set in stone
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| Yuh
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| We riding like a roller coaster
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| Catch a body for the body
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| Lemme Holy Ghost ya
|
| Salute the squadron we mobbin' from here to Nova Scotia
|
| God is the product bruh let me overdose ya
|
| Yuh
|
| We riding like a roller coaster
|
| Catch a body for the body
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| Lemme Holy Ghost ya
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| Salute the squadron we mobbin' from here to Nova Scotia
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| God is the product so let me overdose ya |