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Young boy with a cold heart
Make moves spit dope bars
Paid all of my debt
Now I'm living free got me cashing the check
The shot is so wet
Call me James Harden the shot is so wet
Learned from all my mistakes
Now I am a vet
God my security, I don't need love to fuel all this energy
The plan here is simple see, boast on my God And then love all my enemies
See I don't do violence I look to the sky while I'm slaying these Giants
The boy out wylin I ran off the block and I'm dodging these sirens
And that's word to the trinity
Father say son the spirit he lives in me
And I'm killing the beat, no disrespect to the Prince of Peace
I don't make friends, these people my ken we all bleed the same blood
Skin color is different though, made in his image no hate when he made us
And I don't do fake, no I don't do fake, no I don't do fake
I live by the book these politics tryna devour my brain
I rest with the father through all of these trials he's making smarter
2 degrees later you doubters get shot down... Pearl Harbor

"And I feel like throughout my life people been doubting me, not saying they're putting me in a box but they try tell me what I can and can't do. And just tryna show them that I'm made in God's image, and their option doesn't matter."

Made in his image, I'm made in his image
I'm made in his image
Just to be clear I don't get joy outta spewing the hate at the ones that look different
He called me to love, reflecting the rays and the ways of the son
That one that's above
Give me a year and I promise you me and my lady we living it up
Blessings on blessings
Hope yaw get the message
If they don't get truth in these lyrics and don't feel the spirit then maybe they must not be present
I hit up icee and we set up a session now we making moves
I am just paying my dews, I am not in this to lose
Young legend like Bruce, Lee, Yaw sleep, I'm out here living my dreams
With God on my team
I think I'm getting the ring
I think I'm getting the ring
I ain't boasting
I'm the chosen
Catch me in my Jetta coasting
Like a Mormon door to door, I spit these verses to the hopeless

Holy Father, Holy Spirit
Got my mind on a million
But I ain't tryna make a million
I'm just tryna save the Children
Holy Father, Holy Spirit
Got my mind on a million
But I ain't tryna make a million
I'm just tryna save the Children

I'm still counting all my blessing
I'm still counting all my blessing
I'm still counting all my blessing
I'm still counting all my blessing