Conviction (feat. Elijah Brookes)

When the Spirit move, He's moving It just don't make sense I knocked out a song Supposed to be getting ready for work I don't even know if I'ma make it, but He knows, and I trust Him If the Spirit's moving, you gotta let Him move Ho, ho, ho Ho, ho, hold on Hold on, come on, this finna go crazy Okay I hope you Lost in the sauce (sauce) I have been made new so it's a different typa guap Was in the world hitting pens and backwoods I was lost Now I got the Spirit in my body (bling) We gon walk We gon step Cause lil one to stumble hang a millstone from yo neck Spirit using me, but I don't mind cause I get rest Trust, my worst day with the Lord is still my best Don't be critical Acting religious Hypocritical Holy Spirit best lyricist, ain't no typical Isaiah Brookes in the studio, ain't no miracles With the Holy Spirit by my side, we paint murials I meant murals I messed up Leaned on my understanding"Father can you do a check up?" I claim that you are Lord of my life, but I fuss when You convict me of doing my own thing, I don't listen But you not even mad There is no condemnation when in Christ Gotta choose the light or dark Ain't no switchin' sides Try to fight back, but He's sovereign feel it in my side Or feel it in my head Or in my heart Keep the faith at all times Do not know when Satan shooting darts Gotta be prepared, strapped with armor, goin' in the dark Even in the light Cause the devil try to pose like an angel of the light I hope you Lost in the sauce (sauce) I have been made new so it's a different typa guap Was in the world hitting pens and backwoods I was lost Now I got the Spirit in my body (bling) We gon walk Yeah we gon' walk and hit the road Might gotta dash cause she's in my way Shawty really talking trash Pick up my cross, go to the highway Aye EB boutta bag stay chasing Thinking money is the only route Till I heard about God Plenty chains that He done broke me out Bro don't shout Quick to listen Change your world like Mr. Nissen Winning in this life Oh yeah, that's God Did I forget to mention? Summer droughts and Holy doubts Can't fill me with no sorrow I'ma speak like no tomorrow Lukewarm believers flying out His mouth I hope you Lost in the sauce (sauce) I have been made new so it's a different typa guap Was in the world hitting pens and backwoods I was lost Now I got the Spirit in my body (bling) We gon walk We gon step