NO SNAKES (feat. Howard Langford)
But now I have written to you not to keep company with any one named a brother who is sexually immoral
Or covetous or an idolater
Or a reviler or a drunkard
Or an extortioner, not even to eat with such a person
Yeah Jalen Ace
First things first I don't really wanna sugar coat things
I been fighting off these demons yeah yeah you know what that brings
But God us oh yeah so you know my soul sings
Please keep away all the snakes Ima fly away with my wings
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Really thought you was a real one
But you turned out to be fake
Really thought you just might feel sum
You don't care about the bread I break
All you wanna do is take
So I zoomed off, no brakes
I just need God no snakes
Really tryna get out this lake
This is a sinner's paradise, pretty much Satan's city
Looking at folks with pity
They need salvation it's gritty
Jesus make everything pretty
Go find God lil bitty
The Father, The Son, The Holy Ghost
We rocking with God's committee
Thought I found the girl of my dreams uh
But we playing for different teams uh
And she said she Christian alright but she don't know what that means
Where the love, where the fruit, yeah you tearing at the seams
Ain't gon' lie I been slipping too
Cause I been so mad bout the thought of you
You know that I pray for my opps
Cause God want me to
Just gotta stay with the team
Oh yeah Jesus crew
Letterman on me
See me and know that I play for the team
Walk in the blood but I don't bang a thing
And I throw up my hands when they play with the team
Speak in the hood bring a flood of the word
Raise up the standard to stand on the word
Front of the hood to the back of the burbs
Trapping and racking up spiritual
Spiritual profit and heavenly riches
Came up broke only wanted some digits
I snaked my man's for a bag but I thought I was real cuz I used it to put food in the kitchen
Mama was crying, pops using his strength to keep living
You know the enemy tempting
You know that my God was livid
He just kept spinning and spinning and spinning and now Ima witness
Really thought you was a real one
But you turned out to be fake
Really thought you just might feel sum
You don't care about the bread I break
All you wanna do is take
So I zoomed off, no brakes
I just need God no snakes
Really tryna get out this lake
This is a sinner's paradise, pretty much Satan's city
Looking at folks with pity
They need salvation it's gritty
Jesus make everything pretty
Go find God lil bitty
The Father, The Son, The Holy Ghost
We rocking with God's committee
Or covetous or an idolater
Or a reviler or a drunkard
Or an extortioner, not even to eat with such a person
Yeah Jalen Ace
First things first I don't really wanna sugar coat things
I been fighting off these demons yeah yeah you know what that brings
But God us oh yeah so you know my soul sings
Please keep away all the snakes Ima fly away with my wings
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Really thought you was a real one
But you turned out to be fake
Really thought you just might feel sum
You don't care about the bread I break
All you wanna do is take
So I zoomed off, no brakes
I just need God no snakes
Really tryna get out this lake
This is a sinner's paradise, pretty much Satan's city
Looking at folks with pity
They need salvation it's gritty
Jesus make everything pretty
Go find God lil bitty
The Father, The Son, The Holy Ghost
We rocking with God's committee
Thought I found the girl of my dreams uh
But we playing for different teams uh
And she said she Christian alright but she don't know what that means
Where the love, where the fruit, yeah you tearing at the seams
Ain't gon' lie I been slipping too
Cause I been so mad bout the thought of you
You know that I pray for my opps
Cause God want me to
Just gotta stay with the team
Oh yeah Jesus crew
Letterman on me
See me and know that I play for the team
Walk in the blood but I don't bang a thing
And I throw up my hands when they play with the team
Speak in the hood bring a flood of the word
Raise up the standard to stand on the word
Front of the hood to the back of the burbs
Trapping and racking up spiritual
Spiritual profit and heavenly riches
Came up broke only wanted some digits
I snaked my man's for a bag but I thought I was real cuz I used it to put food in the kitchen
Mama was crying, pops using his strength to keep living
You know the enemy tempting
You know that my God was livid
He just kept spinning and spinning and spinning and now Ima witness
Really thought you was a real one
But you turned out to be fake
Really thought you just might feel sum
You don't care about the bread I break
All you wanna do is take
So I zoomed off, no brakes
I just need God no snakes
Really tryna get out this lake
This is a sinner's paradise, pretty much Satan's city
Looking at folks with pity
They need salvation it's gritty
Jesus make everything pretty
Go find God lil bitty
The Father, The Son, The Holy Ghost
We rocking with God's committee
Credits
Writer(s): Howard Langford
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