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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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