These folks be actin up
Like they don't know that they God real
Real hard

That's real truth
And them real facts
Is god fearing

Real talk
From a young boy
That seen God

No lies here
I been through it
I felt the fire

Tears drop
And I lost it
Like get up boy

No playing round
He want ya dead
You hear that sound

Them hammers bang
Them horns sound
That's god coming

It's real now
Like whoa dere
No take care

I'm long winded
No short hair
No tattoos

But my SnapBack
Be fitted player
These folks be actin up

Like they don't know that
They Christ live
I'm chitown so take a pose

That's windy city
Like Derrick rose
He's number one

The risen son
He came so you can be
Risen son

I was a slave
But like Lazarus
I murk the grave

And I'm on bruh
These dudes be actin up
Like they don't know what I do it for

Used to rap about money dawg
But now I rap for my beautiful
One wife

And my little girl
And that thug life
Is unsuitable

Dee brown
My eyes closed
And I'm in the air

Like a lost soul
No young dro
But I gets high

Sweet sound
Apple pie
Lift his name till

My throat dry
Desert mouth
Like smoking fiyah

Holy ghost
When that smoke clear
Full house

Like yes dear
Buddy system
My fellow peer

My sidearm
When I switch gears
Like These Christians be Actin up

Like they don't know that they
Sin strong
They don't know

When they get home
She gone be sitting there
In that red thong
Lust of flesh
Lust of eyes

You ain't supposed to be
Touching her
Pants on
Her hands high
No rubber on

Y'all humping dry
These fakes be actin up
Like they ain't never been taught
Nothing
Fornication

Masterbation
All of which will cost you
Something
Blur ya vision and prayer life
She wanna ride like a mini bike

I Tell her whoa honey
This married life
To one Christ
One church
One body
Pushing weight

That's grind mode
I'm real word
For 8yrs
I been on
But i cook slow
Haters hate
But I marinate

In his word son
So there you go
demons coming
I gotta run
Like Nike+
Lebron doe
Spittin heat

Puke flames
I got bars
Like courtyard
confidence
Can't copy this
Iamprop
No magic tricks

I'll disappear
When that tock ticks
Hit the road
Rock kicks
Retros
Last shot this
Flu games

I'm sick
He's the goat
He's the star
I'm trying to find my telescope
Need to find him
Where he hiding
Filthy rag

Bring the soap
Bring the rain
Not the thunder
If lightning strike
No need to wonder
Tampa bay
We in here
Our Shepard
Who can we fear
Nobody
No lobby
Put me up in that suite dear
From my view
They persecute
You penciled in
Like no.2
Yeah I said it
And I meant it
And I'm never going back
That's revo lution
Feel my passion on this track