LETTERS

Hittin' the gates, I ain't tryna bet Playin' wit fate, gonna get you wrecked (oh) Lie in my face, the Lion gon' dine on your plate You better get ready, get set Devil a snake, so we crush his head We cannot flake, gotta be the best, yah (ahh) Flyin' out, Southwest, yah Got a Pilot, givin' us rest, yah Got a demon hanging from the neck Got a a hater hatin' on the net, yah (yuh) False prophets, Yahweh on they neck Demon never get another breath, yah I don't do this for a piece of bread If I did, then I'll get a Benz, yah I do it for Jesus, not for men (woah) These the letters bleedin' in the red, yah Gotta repent I was a sinner, I had to repent (I had to repent) I do this for love, don't care about bread I told you this once, the message ain't send (yea-ah) His only Son, the Father had sent He died for our sin, so Hell was bent He conquered the death, like Ali in Ninety Cent Jesus healin' my wounds, ain't no argument It's the "Who's who?" And the "What's what?" But you playin' games on your own luck You don't rep the gang that you throw up You is not a lame, please don't load up Do it for the fame, gotta blow up That's what demons say in the low cut But I'm tellin' you, if you say His name Say that Jesus saves, then You'll glow up Hittin' the gates, I ain't tryna bet Playin' wit fate, gonna get you wrecked (oh) Lie in my face, the Lion gon' dine on your plate You better get ready, get set Devil a snake, so we crush his head We cannot flake, gotta be the best, yah (ahh) Flyin' out, Southwest, yah Got a Pilot, givin' us rest, yah (yeah) Got a demon hanging from the neck Got a a hater hatin' on the net, yah (ooh, ooh-ooh) False prophets, Yahweh on they neck Demon never get another breath, yah I don't do this for a piece of bread If I did, then I get a Benz, yah I do it for Jesus, not for men (woah) These the letters bleedin' in the red, yah (yeah)