| these brothas passin me and they all rollin fly coups
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| they throw some D’s on but they still aint got the truth
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| they blow they cheese on it then they die and what’s the use
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| Im so secure in Jesus all I want in life is fruit
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| I don’t need no fast money NOPE dont need a fast car
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| yeah the faith is a race but i’t aint a nascar
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| homie you and God got beef
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| cause you keep chasin money like them hundreds got feet
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| buddy wanna be rich but even 50 done said
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| that he still feel hungry even tho he got bread
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| make em throw away they life got em runnin from feds
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| love of money’s like crack both of em will leave you dead
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| when you die and face God aint nothing left to be said
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| instead of Chasing the truth you take a lie to the head
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| and homie all I can do tell you what Jesus said
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| Repent and turn from your sin cause the kingdom of God’s at hand.
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| people they want cheese american mozzerella
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| the enemies rat trap might snap any second
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| I’m like that dude in matthew who after finding a treasure
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| gave all he had to get it thats a real go getta
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| people dying over wood grain chrome and some leather
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| They got expensive tastes but the faith tastes better
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| i know the ice wet but the living water wetter
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| but dont believe me read the 13 letters
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| or you can torah the gospel and all the prophets
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| But homie I promise you’ll never profit chasing profit
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| Now look at 1 Timothy 6 it’s so clear
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| you chase the money and wind up in a snare
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| now a vow of poverty no it’s not there
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| but you pursue God the rest he takes care
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| you don’t step on his back in order to get rich
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| if you do then you’re in sin and ordered to REPENT
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| you come come to Christ for God You come to Daddy for worship
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| He aint take that Cross to fund your vanity purchase
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| even though we all agree that death is certain
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| it seems we believe there’s banks beyond earth (THATS CRAZY)
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| Money dough cash paper
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| if it was a woman I promise I used to date her
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| now that we broke up she be callin ya boy a hater
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| Cause all I do is use her for Golorifying my maker
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| my treasures in heaven Christ is my satisfaction
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| if I was broke I’d be richer than folkv never had em God is the Gospel not a new bentley
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| was empty and he gave us life and that’s plenty
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| get me… homie I could spend six centries
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| simply saying I’m satisfied in the sensie
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| an it’s sickening, that knowing God aint enough
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| we gotta tell em they can get rich quickly
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| now this is heresy false it’s not true
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| 2nd corinthians chapter 8 and verse 2
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| read that and please believe that
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| forget c-note man they pockets was e-flat
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| They still had joy |