| A-K, A-K that’s how my tongue sprays
|
| Love is my clip and
|
| Ya’ll gonna be my gun range
|
| And I’m like he’s commin' back, uh he’s comin' back again
|
| What I care about keeping up with what car you dashing in?
|
| Look here, it’s too much for you haters
|
| Three much for you haters
|
| Jesus coming off hiatus, on that Arnold Schwartzenegger
|
| And we knew it along, now the world now knows our master lives
|
| They’ll see Jesus the king of glory on a cloud like Apple is
|
| But he want that cake, cake, cake party like it ain’t no thing
|
| Man it ain’t no thing, they
|
| Vacate everything the saints gonna say
|
| «We don’t want you faith, we don’t want your grace»
|
| You think you ain’t gonna pay? |
| No it ain’t no way, no way
|
| The lamb that was slain is the king and he reigns and it ain’t no game
|
| We go, we go, wherever He go
|
| In the faith we firm like like lawyers and paralegals
|
| We was endangered like a pair of eagles
|
| Now we unchained and covered in blood, Tarantino
|
| I got the new about it flow, not that hollow flow
|
| That models, bottles, molly, babble flow
|
| This that martyr flow, that I’m a pot and God’s a potter flow
|
| And it gonna sow, that’s the kind of flow that’s current
|
| So I call it power flow, powerful, no I don’t boast
|
| But you gotta know
|
| This that type a rap that’ll hit the trap and straight turn the fire off
|
| Straight turn suppliers off, higher them with that higher boss
|
| Make a drug dealer, thug killa turn to the God of all, all
|
| I used to be the one who had to be the ladies man
|
| Now look at my left hand, now I’m a one lady man
|
| Now I’d love to meet all my unashamed lady fans
|
| (No offense) But there’s a line in the sand I flirt with one lady, man,
|
| that’s it
|
| My sister’s ain’t sex crazed, or sex dazed
|
| They only check mates that look at more than their chest gain
|
| Porn ain’t no my men don’t play rated X games
|
| Catch 'em at Passion with passion x’n out the sex trade
|
| What’s up Louie?
|
| A-K, A-K that’s how my tongue sprays
|
| Truth is my clip and
|
| Ya’ll gonna be my gun range
|
| And I’m like he’s commin' back, he’s comin' back mayne
|
| Plenty names been given to man, but only one that saves
|
| The Lord is on his way, let me tell you what I see
|
| The earth is passing away, the new one is coming to be
|
| No more need for hope, why hope in what you see?
|
| The glory of the Lord is right in front of me
|
| The sun has disappeared but it’s still brighter than ever
|
| My eyes wanna break in tears, but there’s no ducts to let 'em
|
| There’s no more pain, no more death
|
| God dwells with his people, and forever we will rest… rest |