and The Daily Reason

First things first, shout out the Lord
Bible on my side boy we gotta go forward
British lad I keep that sword
Like a deal in a store boy we gotta get more
Yes no stress, I follow the word
Love the 3 but we comin' in first
Discourage my grind man that is the worst
I pray to the lord and I rebuke that curse

Ayy ay, dropped out of college, I'm a little bit nervous
Like tryna lift your hands on a Sunday service
Father take my hand, take my hand, imma hold it
Taking my time, my time imma focus
Father I trust, I believe, I receive it
Walk faith by not by sight and we in it
God wanna test, so I wrote the letters in it
Producing perseverance in the city, I ain't finished

I fell away and astray from the game
But I started here so I might as well stay
I fell away the G and the book
But I opened it up and I read it today
Influence from whole society
Is what keeps me away
But the father brought me here
So who am I to ignore his grace

Ayy, Koto on a role like a fat man belly
I don't think y'all understand
Just cause I don't talk about
My passion doesn't mean I am
I don't need no fans I need
Friends to accept my plan
Father shed your blood, lay your hand
On this man that stands

Ay, we off and we movin', waste no time
More time for improvement
Music executed, I'm John Wick suited
Pencil killin' paper to make paper I am looted
Yes I'm bored, I'm laying in bed
Dreaming bout songs giving the checks
Dazed at work thinking what's next
Praying to the Lord with the
Lyrics in my head, hold up, ay

Shout out the Lord
Bible on my side boy we gotta go forward
British lad I keep that sword
Like a deal in a store boy we gotta get more
Yes no stress, I follow the word
Love the 3 but we comin' in first
Discourage my grind man that is the worst
I pray to the lord and I rebuke that curse



Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Stinnett
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