Off The Cuff
Some people think this faith is fake in my everyday
Walk with the lord pulled me out the mud he can do the same
For you and your crew are not ruined moving forward keeping pace
Sutures the incisions of our heart when we Just call his name
Murder these beats like cartel sicario
Under my feet going fast like Mario
Kart where the party go far in the barrio
Back in the day I used to have a lot of arsenal
What you talking bout bro man I really don't know got the coldest flow expose
The chosen one cause he rose on the third day
Feeling kind of thirsty got to go ahead and try to live it up up
So we tear it apart and then we rip it up up
Kick up the dust never gonna get stuck
Thinking that you good but you got the worst of luck when I explode man I erupt
Bingo was his name o e I e I o and other stuff
I'm tripping on my flowing pattern and I cannot seem to stop
Hit it hard got to go and get it never gonna diminish and finish the mission
I was destined to accomplish
Ready to battle slaughter satan like cattle homie
So we suit up and saddle and hit him hard with the gauntlet
All for the lord with a sword in my hand with the word
I'm gonna slash and I'm never gonna stop this
Dog better watch it bite when I bark put a light in the dark
Throwing demons in the mosh pit
Frost bit flow when I got the light inside of me the rhyme stays cold never gonna try to Be the one selling my soul I'm a product of The prodigal son believe so
Wherever we go people know that we got that holy ghost in us
Never gonna stop no retreat no surrender throwing a party
Where Christ is the center we kicking up dust in the club with the sinners
Now you got me rapping like I got no education
Going dummy on the beat but you can keep all of the snitching
808 On top of snare Like you slipped on the percussion
Other words you got me tripping
Ain't no red in this discussion
Only thing you hear that bangs
Is the beat
Ain't no blooding
God body
Body pieces of my flesh they ain't no stutter
Should of named this track twisted the way I go upside your head
Run a round cause I got heat spitting better then the gunna
Giving life inside bars ain't no Casey and JoJo
I got places to go bro and I can't do it solo
Father son and holy spirit riding with me like dojo
Kicking fact's like I'm supposed to
I'm the bomb ain't no postal
Yuna ain't in my coastal
Walk with the lord pulled me out the mud he can do the same
For you and your crew are not ruined moving forward keeping pace
Sutures the incisions of our heart when we Just call his name
Murder these beats like cartel sicario
Under my feet going fast like Mario
Kart where the party go far in the barrio
Back in the day I used to have a lot of arsenal
What you talking bout bro man I really don't know got the coldest flow expose
The chosen one cause he rose on the third day
Feeling kind of thirsty got to go ahead and try to live it up up
So we tear it apart and then we rip it up up
Kick up the dust never gonna get stuck
Thinking that you good but you got the worst of luck when I explode man I erupt
Bingo was his name o e I e I o and other stuff
I'm tripping on my flowing pattern and I cannot seem to stop
Hit it hard got to go and get it never gonna diminish and finish the mission
I was destined to accomplish
Ready to battle slaughter satan like cattle homie
So we suit up and saddle and hit him hard with the gauntlet
All for the lord with a sword in my hand with the word
I'm gonna slash and I'm never gonna stop this
Dog better watch it bite when I bark put a light in the dark
Throwing demons in the mosh pit
Frost bit flow when I got the light inside of me the rhyme stays cold never gonna try to Be the one selling my soul I'm a product of The prodigal son believe so
Wherever we go people know that we got that holy ghost in us
Never gonna stop no retreat no surrender throwing a party
Where Christ is the center we kicking up dust in the club with the sinners
Now you got me rapping like I got no education
Going dummy on the beat but you can keep all of the snitching
808 On top of snare Like you slipped on the percussion
Other words you got me tripping
Ain't no red in this discussion
Only thing you hear that bangs
Is the beat
Ain't no blooding
God body
Body pieces of my flesh they ain't no stutter
Should of named this track twisted the way I go upside your head
Run a round cause I got heat spitting better then the gunna
Giving life inside bars ain't no Casey and JoJo
I got places to go bro and I can't do it solo
Father son and holy spirit riding with me like dojo
Kicking fact's like I'm supposed to
I'm the bomb ain't no postal
Yuna ain't in my coastal
Credits
Writer(s): James Bonsell
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