Let's talk about money and problems and issues you got
How many tissues you got
Boots for the kicks
Ready for war
How many missles you got
I'm at the spot
Loaded and locked
Demons they creep
I got the drop
They do not see
Peep out the plot
Please do not sleep
Cause We
Sending them shots
Now I don't mean to be aggressive
But I just really want my life back
The world is dark where the light At
He did his part where yo fight at
I know it's tough, it be like that
All your wrongs he'll right that
Had to go to prepare a place
But you keep the faith he'll be right back
Mic check mic check 1 2
Christ bars on deck
Yeah
Spirit in me gotta flex
You now rocking with the best
Holy Spirit came through
For the Christ we gotta snap
Show these people how to rap
Jesus reigns no cap
Free game
When I'm going through pain
I just look up to the hills
Tell my God how I feel
And know his faithfulness is real
Stephen curry with shot
3 seconds on the clock
We be beating down ya block
Gospel given down the block
How many chains you got
How many whips oh you got the Drip oh you got the sauce
What did it cost your soul you Snooze you lose you lost them Burdens
I carry be heavy believe Me get wits the team then pick Up the cross
I gotta stay focus the devil be Prowling you know evil be Lurking and look
Don't get caught Slippin go tie up Your laces
They run with the Angels that's falling with Satan
They signing the paper to stack Up the paper
But building up Judgment no I am not judging
But believe me I know about the One who is judging the gavel in Hand
It's my life he demand me Running from God is like Jogging In sand
Christ lead the way and Grab hold of my hand
Yeah look
I'm at war no time to unwind Killing my flesh is a war crime
Strap Up Get Ready for War Time
Mic check one two one two Christ bars on Deck
Yeah Spirit in me got a flex
Word to cartel that's my fam
For Jesus we gotta go ham the Devil he salty like spam
For Jesus we gotta go ham the Devil he salty like spam
Thats funny
K. Cartel - Turn Up With the Saints (feat. RealGiftedJay) Lyrics
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Let's talk about money and problems and issues you got
How many tissues you got
Boots for the kicks
Ready for war
How many missles you got
I'm at the spot
Loaded and locked
Demons they creep
I got the drop
They do not see
Peep out the plot
Please do not sleep
Cause We
Sending them shots
Now I don't mean to be aggressive
But I just really want my life back
The world is dark where the light At
He did his part where yo fight at
I know it's tough, it be like that
All your wrongs he'll right that
Had to go to prepare a place
But you keep the faith he'll be right back
Mic check mic check 1 2
Christ bars on deck
Yeah
Spirit in me gotta flex
You now rocking with the best
Holy Spirit came through
For the Christ we gotta snap
Show these people how to rap
Jesus reigns no cap
Free game
When I'm going through pain
I just look up to the hills
Tell my God how I feel
And know his faithfulness is real
Stephen curry with shot
3 seconds on the clock
We be beating down ya block
Gospel given down the block
How many chains you got
How many whips oh you got the Drip oh you got the sauce
What did it cost your soul you Snooze you lose you lost them Burdens
I carry be heavy believe Me get wits the team then pick Up the cross
I gotta stay focus the devil be Prowling you know evil be Lurking and look
Don't get caught Slippin go tie up Your laces
They run with the Angels that's falling with Satan
They signing the paper to stack Up the paper
But building up Judgment no I am not judging
But believe me I know about the One who is judging the gavel in Hand
It's my life he demand me Running from God is like Jogging In sand
Christ lead the way and Grab hold of my hand
Yeah look
I'm at war no time to unwind Killing my flesh is a war crime
Strap Up Get Ready for War Time
Mic check one two one two Christ bars on Deck
Yeah Spirit in me got a flex
Word to cartel that's my fam
For Jesus we gotta go ham the Devil he salty like spam
For Jesus we gotta go ham the Devil he salty like spam
Thats funny
How many tissues you got
Boots for the kicks
Ready for war
How many missles you got
I'm at the spot
Loaded and locked
Demons they creep
I got the drop
They do not see
Peep out the plot
Please do not sleep
Cause We
Sending them shots
Now I don't mean to be aggressive
But I just really want my life back
The world is dark where the light At
He did his part where yo fight at
I know it's tough, it be like that
All your wrongs he'll right that
Had to go to prepare a place
But you keep the faith he'll be right back
Mic check mic check 1 2
Christ bars on deck
Yeah
Spirit in me gotta flex
You now rocking with the best
Holy Spirit came through
For the Christ we gotta snap
Show these people how to rap
Jesus reigns no cap
Free game
When I'm going through pain
I just look up to the hills
Tell my God how I feel
And know his faithfulness is real
Stephen curry with shot
3 seconds on the clock
We be beating down ya block
Gospel given down the block
How many chains you got
How many whips oh you got the Drip oh you got the sauce
What did it cost your soul you Snooze you lose you lost them Burdens
I carry be heavy believe Me get wits the team then pick Up the cross
I gotta stay focus the devil be Prowling you know evil be Lurking and look
Don't get caught Slippin go tie up Your laces
They run with the Angels that's falling with Satan
They signing the paper to stack Up the paper
But building up Judgment no I am not judging
But believe me I know about the One who is judging the gavel in Hand
It's my life he demand me Running from God is like Jogging In sand
Christ lead the way and Grab hold of my hand
Yeah look
I'm at war no time to unwind Killing my flesh is a war crime
Strap Up Get Ready for War Time
Mic check one two one two Christ bars on Deck
Yeah Spirit in me got a flex
Word to cartel that's my fam
For Jesus we gotta go ham the Devil he salty like spam
For Jesus we gotta go ham the Devil he salty like spam
Thats funny
Writer: Jamieon Taylor, Keane Carter-Reaves
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: K. Cartel
Language: English
Length: 1:51
Written by: Jamieon Taylor, Keane Carter-Reaves