7 BIGMACS

Fruits of my labor I reap that Seed in the soil I keep that 105 BPM yeah I beat that Gotta ring and I ain't gon' repeat that Pray that these youngins quit talkin' so silly This ain't Indie Tribe cause there ain't no big Dilly Fresh and a prince but I isn't from Philly I'm hungry and seven Big Macs ain't gon' fill me Child of the Most High yeah I done been that Truth never left baby this is not a comeback Take away your breath got you askin' where your lungs at Poison to the heart got you askin' where the fun at Pain in the soul we just learn how to love that But who finna teach us how to live right above that Psalms hook it up gotta know where the plug at Bad company got you asking where the rug at Thought my name summer I got heat and the waves I do this thang eazy but I ain't from the Bay They swear that he the devil but his name is Lecrae And capitalism got these jokers goin' insane Aw mane I was runnin' with the gang Till I met a lil queen who was down for a covenant let me get an amen One heart one mind one flesh one life one of a kind No dice but this a two-player game Fruits of my labor I reap that Seed in the soil I keep that 105 BPM yeah I beat that Gotta ring and I ain't gon' repeat that Pray that these youngins quit talkin' so silly This ain't Indie Tribe cause there ain't no big Dilly Fresh and a prince but I isn't from Philly I'm hungry and seven Big Macs ain't gon' fill me They just worries 'bout the method they don't understand the section What it mean to be neglected what it mean to have perspective Land of the Free but humanity sold separate They keep a nine in the door incase the time get desperate Pushin' parents first time authority get tested Or the lack of a father somehow we see that a blessin' Can't see cause only the masses that be affected And publicity that trickle in when a figure address it Covers of our conscious wonder what would happen if we undressed em' Look your nemesis in the eye and proceed to just bless em' Round the globe and in my backyard I am a vessel Wise up and understand the fear of God is essential We on for the offset got armor on my chest And Israel poppin' from NY to Stockton There's plenty of options and plenty of talkin' Had to opt out from company who plan on just watchin' Fruits of my labor I reap that Seed in the soil I keep that 105 BPM yeah I beat that Gotta ring and I ain't gon' repeat that Pray that these youngins quit talkin' so silly This ain't Indie Tribe cause there ain't no big Dilly Fresh and a prince but I isn't from Philly I'm hungry and seven Big Macs ain't gon' fill me I got check Up on death Meant what I said Thas a bet I'm the boy who cried wolf But the wolf is the boy and the boy Got woke he no longer a wolf He apart of the flock now Him and God talk now Serpent yappin' at his heels Now he gotta talk down Pride up in the sky man he had to get it shot down Anointed in and out the pocket even in the pop sound Throne room of grace with the King that's the stomp grounds Cold facts homie we ain't playin' with ya top boy