Looked At The Grave (feat. K. Cartel)

I looked at the grave I got this faith I'm seeing the hate I meet it with Grace Ain't duckin no smoke I mean what I say I'm clutching the toast And leavin the plate I feast on the bread life And season the steak I went from milk to meat Gotta keep up the pace Even the devil got opps I teamed up wit K The K gotta beam, bro keep me away Blood in blood out you aint leavin the faith We really came from the mud And dream of this day I Heard about such and such, how he's leaving the faith God don't plan Bs maaan…not sheep it's a snake Ima black out Christ catchin bodies got it packed out Clip filla truth like black card I'm finna max out God held the kid down so long I had to tap out Got my face in the truth like book worm just hashin it out Flesh gotta vendetta Shoulda had God right at the front I would been betta Lets keep it P what do you see whole lotta trend setters All of these gurus Whole lotta drip And all of this sin pressure I looked at the grave I got this faith I'm seeing the hate I meet it with Grace Ain't duckin no smoke I mean what I say I'm clutching the toast And leavin the plate We ain't cutting the code We stuck on this narrow road And ain't gonna fold Rain sleet slow He carries the globe Gotta fleet fulla souls Gotta keep to the code If its pressure you know that we wit that Cannon on me gotta kick back Take the breathe outta demon like tic tacks Not taking no breaks not a Kit Kat Boy you know how I get when it come to faith We ain't going for nothing we tapped in Loaded with truth so we strapped in Couldn't pull in the front so we backed in I wish a hater would try to tell me Christ was Cap I'm coming for your hat get you sacked like warren sapp Beatin down yo block not with glocks this be truth Knock you out yo socks stand on rock nothing new Conscience it play with my conscious I'm beating that body til bleeding unconscious Blow after blow like we stuck in a mosh pit I'm ready for war like that pit was my target Bro this a banger fa sho Steppin for Christ cuz that's all that I know 66 for the cannon I'm ready to blow I ain't going for nothing I move with the ghost It's a hole Whole lotta drip Covered in blood but I'll preach to crip Tell them there's grace every time that they slip Gotta repent and you give it to him I'm rooted In Christ so I'm meek not a wimp I carry my cross so I walk with a limp Stay true to the word hold it tight with the grip I looked at the grave I got this faith I'm seeing the hate I meet it with Grace Ain't duckin no smoke I mean what I say I'm clutching the toast And leavin the plate