Lyrics Bangin' - Şevin, Zaydok, Bazooka tha Disciple

Bangin'

Yeah yeah
C’mon Ahh!
Y’Know
That’s right
Bruh Yuh
Ahh!
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
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
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
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