J4y T - Keep on goin Lyrics

Y'all talking my down, I keep on going (yeah)
Wake up for church, c'mon we going
Foot on the gas, 250 we rolling [?]
I'm finna be calling my God we going to the top (top)
Keeping my soul to God, devil gonna rot (rot)
I'm finna call up my God, yeah, I can never be stopped
I don't care bout money, better get with God (yeah)

I'm finna call up my twizzy my bro, yeah, devil finna die
Yeah, we finna be getting on the right road, yeah, the road of God
Yeah, these devils tryna get it my soul, I say nah step back
Yeah, all this stupid demon crap causing me a lot of jet lag (wee)
I'm finna call up my God on my phone, let's see, you got the facts (yeah)
Atheist thinking they special, nah they just need to relax (ay)
Nah, I ain't talking about taking Percocets
I'm talking bout praising God, c'mon you gotta be making more sense (huh)
Satan be telling y'all lies, turning y'all people straight into vents (sss)
I rather be talking to God, so I could make a lot more cents, yuh
I do not really care about what Lucifer demands
I rather be living with Jesus Christ, yeah, in God hands (huh)
I do not really care about no demon, we finna take out the trash (trash)
Yeah, I'm finna pray for an opp
Even though they stabbing my ba-

Y'all talking my down, I keep on going (yeah)
Wake up for church, c'mon we going
Foot on the gas, 250 we rolling [?]
I'm finna be calling my God we going to the top (top)
Keeping my soul to God, devil gonna rot (rot)
I'm finna call up my God, yeah, I can never be stopped
I don't care bout money, better get with God (yeah)

I'm finna call up my twizzy my bro, yeah, devil finna die
Yeah, we finna be getting on the right road, yeah, the road of God
Yeah, these devils tryna get it my soul, I say nah step back
Yeah, all this stupid demon crap causing me a lot of jet lag (wee)
I'm finna call up my God on my phone, let's see, you got the facts (yeah)
Atheist thinking they special, nah they just need to relax (ay)
Nah, I ain't talking about taking Percocets
I'm talking bout praising God, c'mon you gotta be making more sense (huh)
Satan be telling y'all lies, turning y'all people straight into vents (sss)
I rather be talking to God, so I could make a lot more cents, yuh

Y'all talking my down, I keep on going (yeah)
Wake up for church, c'mon we going
Foot on the gas, 250 we rolling [?]
I'm finna be calling my God we going to the top (top)
Keeping my soul to God, devil gonna rot (rot)
I'm finna call up my God, yeah, I can never be stopped