Fcbh (Demo)

I got some passes to help
Those who ain't passing, You tell
Me that you don't know like you wondering where yo' cash is
Trials and tribulations are
Slightly indicative that
Rapping is overrated and
My skills are outdated but
This is just a re-up
You might say you don't believe it so I just
Snatch the U and the N from unbelievers, They
Say that we dumb
I guess they cross just like a sum
I am not God I am His Son
I'm 'bout to drop Biblical tons
I was mistook for being misunderstood
Satan's dwelling in the past like the Croods
Take my word, what I say is good
As I was raised just to race good
I might just switch, I might just spit
I might just slip, the righteous kid
With the right to win
I might just rap as long as a Night of Bliss

I hope that you listened
I'm just wishing that you listened
Breathing in that Holy water
Took the gills, off some fishes
I am not the final definition
But I'm keyed into the word, no ignition

Some of y'all wondering where yo' car is
I'm wondering where my ROR is
God pulled me straight out of the darkness
I am not a rapper, I'm an artist
Who's about to paint pictures in your mind
I can't lyrically define
How I'm spiritually inclined to remind you not to decline,
C-M-O-I'm
Always prepared for battle but this ain't a game of hockey
They always saying these Christians are too cocky
He paid the price, yeah man, he bought me
Filled with the spirit, right now I'm not me
I'm so humble, see man I could be a humblebee
But the problem is a humble bee is a bumblebee
I don't talk too much
I transformed like bumblebee
Can't uproot my faith, I'm such a stubborn tree

I hope that you listened
I'm just wishing that you listened
Breathing in that Holy water
Took the gills, off some fishes
I am not the final definition
But I'm keyed into the word, no ignition



Credits
Writer(s): Craig Isesele
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