So many times that they counted me out, uh
I ain't gon count it against em
I'm tryna count all my blessings but I do not got enough fingers to count
Jumpin' like church on a Sunday Holy Spirit got me T'd up
Don't you even get me going, don't you even get me talkin' bout Jesus
Talkin' bout the one who saved my soul, He the one who came out the tomb
I need the Son, it was dark in my heart like the other side of the moon
I'm cool on the blunt
I talk to the Most High, I don't get high no more
Old friends don't reply no more
But I can't cry no more
I know my name in the book
I know that He knows me well
Living in sin is like jail, I cannot rot in no cell
Ain't nothing hotter than Hell
Better give your life to Christ. You wait to long, it's no bail
Treasures in Heaven, I got a prize like Nobel
Can't say you living for Christ if nobody can tell
Reading reading
Get in that word cuz I need it for my heart like breathing
Demons creeping
Strapped with the word, ima kill 'em when I just start speaking.
Devil got a price on your head, he send them goons at you like sneezing
We are the salt of the world. Had a taste of the world and it need more season
New mind I can't cry no more
Slime I can't even lie no more
Hop on the beat I flow and I go
Old life I can't even slide no more
Payed the price we ain't gotta die no more
Got the gadget feeling like I'm go-go
Not magic know that my God gon show
Lil baby Christian but he had watch me grow
All that Fendi you drippin' it ain't change yo posture
Gotta watch out for anti christ the imposter
We came from the world but now we his fosters
I'm growing some dreads just like I'm a Rasta
I got close to Christ and then I had lost em
I turnt up for Christ and then I had mossed em
I turnt up for Christ and then I had mossed em holdup where the beat go
So many times that they counted me out, uh
I ain't gon' count it against em
I'm tryna count all my blessings but I do not got enough fingers to count
Jumpin' like church on a Sunday Holy Spirit got me T'd up
Don't you even get me going, don't you even get me talkin' bout Jesus
Talkin' bout the one who saved my soul, He the one who came out the tomb
I need the Son, it was dark in my heart like the other side of the moon
I'm cool on the blunt
I talk to the Most High, I don't get high no more
Old friends don't reply no more
But I can't cry no more