Hall of Faith

(Beh, bah, beh)

Devil think it's sweet
Angel time it is
Bullseye I don't kinda I don't kinda miss
We sippin' H2O, they sippin' actavis
Yet they wanna act like, some activists

Clean the music (Aye, uh)
Lord use me (Aye, uh)
Used to want, all that Gucci (Aye, uh)
Now I dress simple
But I'm not a regular guy
Pumas on my feet I just might touch the sky

It's up and I'm up where the angels be
Hall of faith we on the way save a seat for me
They slid on JFK but I ain't no Kennedy
They slid on RFK but I ain't no Kennedy

He got the world in His hands okay
I'm not moved by what they say
Jesus is King there's no debate
I'm gonna make it past, past those gates

They testin' me, am I gonna crash out?
They put me in the lion's den a mad house
Now my faith jumpin', in big amounts
I've always had, some major doubts

Confidence buildin', competition killin'
Baby I'm talkin' billions over millions
God-willin' breakin' outta prisons
Baby I'm talkin' billions over millions

Woo, woo, I'm goin' in (Clap)
All the church, woo, say amen (Clap)
It's all part, part of the plan
Where do I, even begin?

Confidence buildin', competition killin'
Baby I'm talkin' billions over millions
God-willin' breakin' outta prisons
Baby I'm talkin' billions over millions

Devil think it's sweet
Angel time it is
Bullseye I don't kinda I don't kinda miss
We sippin' H2O, they sippin' actavis
Yet they wanna act like, some activists

Clean the music (Aye, uh)
Lord use me (Aye, uh)
Used to want, all that Gucci (Aye, uh)
Now I dress simple
But I'm not a regular guy
Pumas on my feet I just might touch the sky



Credits
Writer(s): Shane Hoffmann
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