RIP 2 Da Old Me
R.I.P to the old me
I ain't trippen or scared
If you knew me back then
Than I promise you don't really know me
That old life dead I ain't rocking with sin
Nah nah nah you cannot hold me
That Old life dead
The king is risen aint playing cuz my God is holy
I feel like I'm Paul He changed me
I pick up my cross he deaded the old me
Woah old me is dead
I pick up the cross and go open the script
I don't need the lead
The Bible my weapon extending the clip
Devil gon aim at his head
An army of angels we ready equipped
Ain't playing demons
Don't gimme a reason
A Body bag we get em zipped
I hop out with bags of the ops
I roll with the spirit He living within
I feel like a Fisher of men aint fishers of sin
He want the smoke he can get It again
Again again and again
I call up on Jesus he gon do the damage
Ain't turning a blind eye
I don't need a rod man like Dennis
I ball for the king like I'm Tracy McGrady
He walk on the water i don't need the Navy
The treasure in heaven you don't gotta pay me
The Lord on my side and he'll never betray me
He set me free from the law
He broke me outta the locks
I rep the king, He doing the king
I promise I don't need a chop
R.I.P to the old me
I ain't trippen or scared
If you knew me back then
Than I promise you don't really know me
That old life dead I ain't rocking with sin
Nah nah nah you cannot hold me
That Old life dead
The king is risen aint playing cuz my God is holy
I feel like I'm Paul He changed me
I pick up my cross he deaded the old me
I ain't trippen or scared
If you knew me back then
Than I promise you don't really know me
That old life dead I ain't rocking with sin
Nah nah nah you cannot hold me
That Old life dead
The king is risen aint playing cuz my God is holy
I feel like I'm Paul He changed me
I pick up my cross he deaded the old me
Woah old me is dead
I pick up the cross and go open the script
I don't need the lead
The Bible my weapon extending the clip
Devil gon aim at his head
An army of angels we ready equipped
Ain't playing demons
Don't gimme a reason
A Body bag we get em zipped
I hop out with bags of the ops
I roll with the spirit He living within
I feel like a Fisher of men aint fishers of sin
He want the smoke he can get It again
Again again and again
I call up on Jesus he gon do the damage
Ain't turning a blind eye
I don't need a rod man like Dennis
I ball for the king like I'm Tracy McGrady
He walk on the water i don't need the Navy
The treasure in heaven you don't gotta pay me
The Lord on my side and he'll never betray me
He set me free from the law
He broke me outta the locks
I rep the king, He doing the king
I promise I don't need a chop
R.I.P to the old me
I ain't trippen or scared
If you knew me back then
Than I promise you don't really know me
That old life dead I ain't rocking with sin
Nah nah nah you cannot hold me
That Old life dead
The king is risen aint playing cuz my God is holy
I feel like I'm Paul He changed me
I pick up my cross he deaded the old me
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Writer(s): Devon Michael Sullivan-pettit
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