FUA Intro
I think that I woke up this year
Told myself I can't lose, had to break my own rules
Razor blade my own strings, put My faith to work and trust the Lord to make a way
Hands off the wheel, still can't crash, stick close to the Ghost, can't make trash
Mic on, bust flames like Pikkon, drop teleprompt, go live with a pipe bomb
Up like the crack of dawn, and out the gate - if you ain't got an apron on, you on the plate
It's no need to skip the line, just take the wait; one-track mind, getting past good to great
Stony be the road we trod
We throw the hands, the war is on, grab the armor
Swords is drawn, morpher's out, it's Mastadon, you cross the line, I cross the lawn - for real
I ain't playing with nobody, they can't rain on my party
Talking like I got the Ghost, confident, but never boast
White man, look at me crazy, Black man, look at me crazy
All I know, the Blood still works, all I know, the grace still saving
This flies in the face of my non-belief, what I believe is more than me
Regardless how the eyes perceive, the thoughts deceiving
Heart still beating, my entire being's on ten
I ain't God, I talk to Him, city walls, I walk through 'em, mob deep
We ain't shook, name counted in the
Book
Tunnel vision past fear
It's a Hyper Combo to my Hypochondriac, attacking everything that held me back
This a Kuchichaglia, built to take a beating, Proton Cannon, "here's my Sunday vest" I got
2 kids, 1 wife, no chill, and no restraint, we came to play, and got
1 God, one life, no regrets, and favor fixing my mistakes, I said
Seek the Lord and grow your craft; pursue the call, secure the bag
Book a service, take deposits - be sure they pay the other half
I'm tryna see my people win, straight and narrow, never bend
You put a dot, I put a comma, where they stop's where we begin
'Cause I ain't playing with nobody, they can't rain on my party
Talking like I got the Ghost, confident, but never boast
Let a White man look at me crazy, let a Black man, look at me crazy
Man, all I know, the Blood still works, and all I know, the grace still saving
I ain't playing with nobody, they can't rain on my party
Talking like I got the Ghost, confident, but never boast
White man, look at me crazy, Black man, look at me crazy
All I know, the Blood still works, all I know, the grace still saving
Told myself I can't lose, had to break my own rules
Razor blade my own strings, put My faith to work and trust the Lord to make a way
Hands off the wheel, still can't crash, stick close to the Ghost, can't make trash
Mic on, bust flames like Pikkon, drop teleprompt, go live with a pipe bomb
Up like the crack of dawn, and out the gate - if you ain't got an apron on, you on the plate
It's no need to skip the line, just take the wait; one-track mind, getting past good to great
Stony be the road we trod
We throw the hands, the war is on, grab the armor
Swords is drawn, morpher's out, it's Mastadon, you cross the line, I cross the lawn - for real
I ain't playing with nobody, they can't rain on my party
Talking like I got the Ghost, confident, but never boast
White man, look at me crazy, Black man, look at me crazy
All I know, the Blood still works, all I know, the grace still saving
This flies in the face of my non-belief, what I believe is more than me
Regardless how the eyes perceive, the thoughts deceiving
Heart still beating, my entire being's on ten
I ain't God, I talk to Him, city walls, I walk through 'em, mob deep
We ain't shook, name counted in the
Book
Tunnel vision past fear
It's a Hyper Combo to my Hypochondriac, attacking everything that held me back
This a Kuchichaglia, built to take a beating, Proton Cannon, "here's my Sunday vest" I got
2 kids, 1 wife, no chill, and no restraint, we came to play, and got
1 God, one life, no regrets, and favor fixing my mistakes, I said
Seek the Lord and grow your craft; pursue the call, secure the bag
Book a service, take deposits - be sure they pay the other half
I'm tryna see my people win, straight and narrow, never bend
You put a dot, I put a comma, where they stop's where we begin
'Cause I ain't playing with nobody, they can't rain on my party
Talking like I got the Ghost, confident, but never boast
Let a White man look at me crazy, let a Black man, look at me crazy
Man, all I know, the Blood still works, and all I know, the grace still saving
I ain't playing with nobody, they can't rain on my party
Talking like I got the Ghost, confident, but never boast
White man, look at me crazy, Black man, look at me crazy
All I know, the Blood still works, all I know, the grace still saving
Credits
Writer(s): Phillip Joubert
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