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Concert on Zion
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J. Monty
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Hmm, uh They said my soul was up for sale, but I ain't never sold that The truth ain't in the crew you claim if you was ever told that She was a demon in a dress and I could never go back Death is enemies with time and I can't get my bro back Hey, all my sin was paid in blood, so I could never owe that On the Hill of Zion if you askin' where my show at In the cross alone, that's if you askin' where my boast at If you need some proof, just hit my line and I'ma show that Okay, I had to go back south of 20 just to re-up I flipped a package legal just to pay my lawyer fee up Now I'm on Qatar, up forty-thousand with my feet up I pray to God, He teach me how to show my enеmy love My day-one saved mе from the grave, so he forever G'd up I might move back to the hood and lead a flock to Jesus I was baptized in a pool of tears, my spirit cleaned up I keep a pair of shades for when they speak your memory up Remember they pulled up to the party with the sawed off shotty Now I'm in Pretoria, eating Biryani, kickin' it with my posse I came out of that foggy, they don't know what it cost me Only people on the fence can get crossed, it ain't no crossing me I paid the fees from A to Z, I claimed a seat Now I'm in the major league, and I'm giving praise to He I had to taste defeat and face the heat, embrace the weak Now I got His grace on me, I know what I aim to be (Yeah) Demons lurkin' in the city at night time, catch you lackin', you skatin' on ice I saw more than they see in a lifetime, I'd be gone if it wasn't for Christ I was dying, He sent me a lifeline, now a life line is all I'ma write My steps divine, I'm next in line to go through and bless your mind, you know it's optimal Not gon' hold you, thought I told you The metaphors are metaphysical, Heaven's door is what I enter through when I spit to you I bless the Lord, step in rhythm, check the score, steady winnin' You talkin', I'm feedin' my lil' one Judgin' my walk Back then, I would run in your house Paul said, "Run your race," but you can't, 'cause you too busy runnin' your mouth I came from the bottom, I graduated 'cause He saved me, now I'm finna call His name I'm too hungry and all these lil' rappers hate it, they don't know how it feels to be locked in chains When you spend a good year with no mattress, shakin', knowin' that your next meal prolly far away You might start understandin' my grind I'm losin' my mind, 'cause I'm tired of losing what's mine I know some real gangstas, they silent, you won't even know what they're on They don't talk about money online Quiet money, shy racks like Durk and Von I'm back and I'm workin' from the night back to early morn' I fight the track and birth the song, no lackin' the glow back Young Monty the one, you can quote that All my sin was paid in blood, so I could never owe that On the Hill of Zion if you askin' where my show at In the cross alone, that's if you askin' where my boast at If you need some proof, just hit my line and I'ma show that
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