Devil's Move

I'm not dead Bryson, I know how to test the heart of a man
You thinking you're getting back at me but it's part of the plan
Soon, you will have a mark on your hand
You'll succumb soon when it gets harder to keep all his commands
I mean you're not rich yet but you have all of these fans
And all of these fans have all these demands
Think about the money you lend out to borrow for fam
And all of your friends
You're gonna leave all that to chance?
Bryson we could be a heck of a team
Don't you have dreams?
Why would you accept to be less than a king?
And I think your best is yet to be seen
Demon time has an excellent ring
Forget Yeshua and sing
He isn't real, He's a charlatan
Don't you miss getting drunk with your friends partying?
Instead of arguing with people
On the internet that used to be your fans
Well that's until you lost all of them
I can get all of it back, sure call it an act
But it's better than all the attacks
Repeat what's popular and the righteousness?
Push that to the back
And be more tolerant forget all that facts
Repeat after me
You're a sinner, I'm a sinner, We all sin
Write it down, say it again that's how you win
Get a token gay friend
Apologize for all that you offend
After that they'll love you again

Well It seems to be your way or else
But there's some things you missed about myself
Keep hitting under the belt
Keep it coming what else?
Cause in the end you Running for help
You tried to entice me with lust, I slayed it
I refuse to insult the spirit of grace after he paid it
You tried to block the road, but he paved it
How you gon stop the one that made it, crazy?
And you tried with anger but look I'm not mad at all
You kept giving shots
Until I stopped getting drunk on the alcohol
You had labels calling my phone with all the cash involved
But God had bigger plans and you thought that was all
He lifted the curse now I'm blessed
You can't trick me with money drugs and sex
You know they say life is like chess
Yell Christ gang as Im killing my flesh
Take your last breath