| We done came up in the game to rep the name, that’s the norm,
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| Not ya big body Lac, fat paper sacks, or your charm
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| Not your lady-like diva you use to keep you warm
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| And not the fat happy sack of doja to keep you calm
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| While you big daddy grilling 'em, Sprewell spinning 'em,
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| Cadillac killing 'em, the Lord ain’t felling 'em
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| See He’s the King and your rocks ain’t work a thing
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| Yet you rock the bling, but you ain’t gon' mock the King
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| Cause the rocks would sing before He let you block His thing,
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| Man just watch the scene because the Rock He is the King And He throwed,
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| But you busy worshiping chrome, thick yella bones in the zone
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| Trying to live life on your own
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| And the Lord’s chilling watching man trust himself while we all sinning,
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| We front like we don’t need His help
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| But we all missing the fact that trusting in yourself
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| While you called Christian is still sin in itself
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| Houston we have a problem, we have a problem,
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| Houston we have a problem, we have a problem
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| Now you know that you should leave the streets,
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| Puffing sweets, chasing cash from week to week,
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| But you won’t because you fiend to see your dreams
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| Owning a house at that place where you can see the beach
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| And easily get them girls that you can see that leave the beach
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| So she can be your stand for one night in between the sheets
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| And then you leave, hop inside your 'Lac so you can peep the scene
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| You keep it clean gripping on the grain as you sip the lean,
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| Swanging mean, sinning like a pimp? |
| Brush your shoulders off
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| You can live like a boss, you can floss like a boss,
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| Pay the cost to rep the North, rock a cross and still be lost
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| Cause without the savior no neighbor no paper, no Jacob no make-up
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| Could make up the break up, but make us forsake the Creator
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| That’s why we need a Savior that’s why I’m hollering out Jesus,
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| Drowning in our sin and we need Him to come retrieve us Believe us, it’s time you stopped trusting in yourself,
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| Plus your wealth, lay aside every weight before you crush yourself
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| Houston we have a problem, we have a problem,
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| Houston we have a problem, we have a problem
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| So meet the thesis for my reading the bottom line is you need Him,
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| Plus we’re weak and we feening by nature to keep on leaving,
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| Chasing beauty that’s fleeting forsaking how we are breathing
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| Replacing Jesus with bondage, like boppers, dollars, and pieces
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| He died to bring us all freedom and rose so we could all meet Him,
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| I know you heard this on Easter, but feast your eyes on the reason
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| God would crucify His seeding when we ain’t nothing but heathens,
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| Love made Him cling to a tree when we deserved to be beaten
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| All that so we ain’t gotta trust ourself, trust our health, trust our
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| Wealth,
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| It don’t even make no sense cause it’s gon' rust and melt
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| Is it the grain, is it the gal, is it the grill?
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| Or is it Christ who paid the price so you could live
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| Or would you rather burn up in Hell for a mill?
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| I doubt it, you missing that Christians are only Christians in Him
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| Although we live forever right now we living better,
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| Cause if you ain’t living by grace you’ll die by the letter |