God Is Alive

God is alive, Lift him up in the sky
Fuck all the bull, if you down for the ride

Feet on the ground and my head to the sky (head to the sky)
Feet on the ground and my head to the sky (head to the sky)
I'm trained to go, ain't got time for the why
I'm trained to go, ain't got time for the why
I'm in the league, started off at The Y
Feelin' like Michael, Jackson or Jordan
Take your pick son, either way I am scoring
Buckets like quick, come inside 'cause it's pouring
One more Summer and I'll be touring
I'm out in London with Lauren
I hustle like Nipsey, I'm up when you snoring
The key to the city tucked in my Ralph Lauren
(Woah, woah, hey, woah)
Shout out to my cousin Oren
He put in work until he couldn't put more in
Got signed to the Packers, they couldn't ignore him

God is Alive, Lift him up in the sky
Fuck all the bull, if you down for the ride
(Huh, wait, nah, I ain't done yet)

System is jumpin', that bass never die
Blew out my speakers on I-95
Feet on the ground and my head to the sky
Feet on the ground and my head to the sky
I can get high off of spirit
Then record so you can hear it
Yo if you listen, my music it gon' make you fearless
I'm ballin' so hard that my ego get injuries
Averaging 30, scored 20 this game
No I don't do it for money and fame
I do it to do it, my life an array
Of blessings and blessings, suffice it to say
I'm thanking God at the end of my days
I'm thanking God 'cause he showed me the way
I'm thanking God 'cause he showed me the way

God is Alive, Lift him up in the sky
Fuck all the bull, if you down for the ride



Credits
Writer(s): Brian White
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