Yeah, back on the grind again
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I know it’s been a little while, but it’s time again
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Folks askin', «'Crae, when you gon' rhyme again?»
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I’m like, «Hold up, give me time, my man»
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See a lot of things change, some stay the same
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Went from H-Town to D-Town to Memphis, man
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One thing is for sure, everywhere I go
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People caught up in their self, money, cars, and clothes, yeah
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They talk about it all the time and put it in they songs
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They drive around and play it loud like it ain’t nothin' wrong
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And all they talk about is sinful stuff
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Got everybody actin' bad, thinkin' that they a thug
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And they tryna drown me out
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But, nah, they ain’t gon' count me out
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I got a back pack full of tracts, plus I keep a Johnny Mac so we can pound it
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out
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Plus I’m bumpin' these Jesus beats
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Whenever they seein' me
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People lookin' all confused 'cause every one of my tunes is screamin' Jesus
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peeps
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I was bumpin' that Trip Lee
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BJ rollin' with me
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Both our heads noddin' like we dozin' or we tipsy
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But we ain’t been drinkin', man
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Nah, this song just bangin', man
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Got us screamin' Jesus out the window
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While we changin' lanes
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While we just—
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Ridin', ridin' with my top down listenin' to this Jesus muzik
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Ridin' with my top down listenin' to this Jesus—
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Ridin', ridin' with my top down, down
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Top, top down
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Ridin' with my top down listenin' to this Jesus muzik
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Ridin', ridin' with my top—
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Ridin', ridin' with my top down
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Ridin' with my top down, down
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Jesus, Jesus muzik
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Ridin' with my top—
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Ridin', ridin' with my top down
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Ridin' with my top down listenin' to this Jesus muzik
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Yeah, if you hear that the bass bang, and you see us in your streets
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That stuff your boy’s playin', man, it’s gon' be them Jesus beats
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That stuff we bumpin' ain’t that lean with it, rock with it
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It’s that change your life and please let the Rock hear
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All the stuff that we bump, hear the sound of Christ
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Romans 1:16; |
our prayer to Christ
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Once lost, then found, but we down with Christ
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In the start, hearts dark, but we found the light
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Now it’s soundin' right
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So it’s all to the good
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We done found new life, 'cause the Gospel is good
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In the past, I don’t think y’all understood
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Now y’all done messed up, let us all in your hood
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We got the windows down, and when we finna cruise
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We tryna glorify the Lord with what we listen to
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We bump that Cross Movement
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We bump that Lamp Mode
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We 'bout that Jesus music
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Get up yo' hands, bro
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It might be screwed and chopped
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It might be East coast
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Either way, this Jesus muzik’s hot
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Bump this in your speakers, bro
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The Lord ain’t pleased with that money and weed
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So if you hear them subs, and you see us up in your streets
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I might be—
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Ridin', ridin', ridin' with my top down listenin' to this Jesus muzik
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Ridin' with my top down listenin' to this Jesus—
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Ridin', ridin' with my top down, down
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Top, top down
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Ridin' with my top down listenin' to this Jesus muzik
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Ridin', ridin' with my top—
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Ridin', ridin' with my top down
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Ridin' with my top down, down
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Jesus, Jesus muzik
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Ridin', with my top—
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Ridin', ridin' with my top down
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Ridin' with my top down listenin' to this Jesus muzik
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You like music from rap to gospel
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But you prolly never heard nobody rap the Gospel
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Different sound, but the Truth’s the same
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With no choirs, no bands, but the Truth remains
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We got fam and the clique, set the booth aflame
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St. Louis up to Philly, like Duce and FLAME
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If you lost in the flow, don’t lose the name
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It’s Jesus Christ, the King of the Jews, my man
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This ain’t entertainment, dog, it’s timeless Truth
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Would you rather hear a song about shiny coupes?
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Nope
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Non-fat, non-gat, non-killa rap
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A hundred percent Christ, the blood, spill-a-rap
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Y’all feelin' that?
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Rap wrapped up with the Gospel Truth, aye Trip, yo, reel it back
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Y’all feelin' that?
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Rap wrapped up with the Gospel Truth, aye Trip, dog, reel it back
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Yeah, if in our car you hear that boom-bap
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And you hear some dudes rap
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It ain’t them folks that boast, it’s folks that tell you where the Truth’s at
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We don’t wanna hear about dimes and dope
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We don’t wanna hear about knives and smoke
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We don’t wanna hear about movin' packs and foolish cats who lie and boast
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We do wanna hear about Christ, the King
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Do wanna hear how lives have changed
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We do wanna hear how God is pleased and theology out the Bible, man
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This Jesus muzik turn heads, so turn it up and let 'em know
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In all we do, He’s first, and this Jesus muzik’s better, bro, yeah
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Ridin', ridin', ridin' with my top down listenin' to this Jesus muzik
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Ridin' with my top down listenin' to this Jesus—
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Ridin', ridin' with my top down, down
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Top, top down
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Ridin' with my top down listenin' to this Jesus muzik
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Ridin', ridin' with my top—
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Ridin', ridin' with my top down
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Ridin' with my top down, down
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Jesus, Jesus muzik
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Ridin', with my top—
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Ridin', ridin' with my top down
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Ridin' with my top down listenin' to this Jesus muzik |