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Rich in spirit! Video (MV)




Performed By: Jaw
Language: English
Length: 2:28
Written by: Jarett Whitaker




Jaw - Rich in spirit! Lyrics




I got the angels around ready to pop off a demon
Ready to pop bout the Son
Ready to talk about Jesus
We really on go about our Heavenly Father
No we don't play about the leader
I got the heavenly heater
I got the heavenly heater
I got the kicks & scripts I stomp on the devil with all of my sneakers
Ima keep on stomping & stomping & stomping I don't even care if my feet hurt
Holy water I pour up a liter
Praising God till I shed up a tear
I can't ever be walking in fear
Im in armor & heavenly gear

And I'm covered in the (what)
Said I'm covered in the (what)
Said I'm covered in the blood
Talk to G O D he be like wassup
Gotta praise the Lord do it just because
I be in the church never in the club
Flow kinda dead, Let me switch it up
(Switch it up, switch it up, switch it up)
Gliding da beat I just do it spectacular
Flippin these beats up just like a spatula
The enemy playing these games, I call up my father & he finna abracadabra ya
Play with his children, He smack you for acting up
We rich in spirit, the flesh get to cracking up
Feeling like MEEZO they know that I'm "MAD ENOUGH"
Feeling like MIKE man they know that I'm "BAD" enough
Don't do it for the money or for the trend
Don't care bout no CHEDDAR, THREE CHEESE BLEND
I do it for Christ & that's the way it's been
I talk to my God I can't just hold it in
I feel the Holy Spirit flowing in
"YESTERDAY GONE" now we finna "SPIN"(Caleb Gordon)
Wake up thank the Lord & do it all again
Must've forgot that I

I got the angels around ready to pop off a demon
Ready to pop bout the Son
Ready to talk about Jesus
We really on go about our Heavenly Father
No we don't play about the leader
I got the heavenly heater
I got the heavenly heater
I got the kicks & scripts I stomp on the devil with all of my sneakers
Ima keep on stomping & stomping & stomping I don't even care if my feet hurt
Holy water I pour up a liter
Praising God till I shed up a tear
I can't ever be walking in fear
Im in armor & heavenly gear
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I got the angels around ready to pop off a demon
Ready to pop bout the Son
Ready to talk about Jesus
We really on go about our Heavenly Father
No we don't play about the leader
I got the heavenly heater
I got the heavenly heater
I got the kicks & scripts I stomp on the devil with all of my sneakers
Ima keep on stomping & stomping & stomping I don't even care if my feet hurt
Holy water I pour up a liter
Praising God till I shed up a tear
I can't ever be walking in fear
Im in armor & heavenly gear

And I'm covered in the (what)
Said I'm covered in the (what)
Said I'm covered in the blood
Talk to G O D he be like wassup
Gotta praise the Lord do it just because
I be in the church never in the club
Flow kinda dead, Let me switch it up
(Switch it up, switch it up, switch it up)
Gliding da beat I just do it spectacular
Flippin these beats up just like a spatula
The enemy playing these games, I call up my father & he finna abracadabra ya
Play with his children, He smack you for acting up
We rich in spirit, the flesh get to cracking up
Feeling like MEEZO they know that I'm "MAD ENOUGH"
Feeling like MIKE man they know that I'm "BAD" enough
Don't do it for the money or for the trend
Don't care bout no CHEDDAR, THREE CHEESE BLEND
I do it for Christ & that's the way it's been
I talk to my God I can't just hold it in
I feel the Holy Spirit flowing in
"YESTERDAY GONE" now we finna "SPIN"(Caleb Gordon)
Wake up thank the Lord & do it all again
Must've forgot that I

I got the angels around ready to pop off a demon
Ready to pop bout the Son
Ready to talk about Jesus
We really on go about our Heavenly Father
No we don't play about the leader
I got the heavenly heater
I got the heavenly heater
I got the kicks & scripts I stomp on the devil with all of my sneakers
Ima keep on stomping & stomping & stomping I don't even care if my feet hurt
Holy water I pour up a liter
Praising God till I shed up a tear
I can't ever be walking in fear
Im in armor & heavenly gear
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Writer: Jarett Whitaker
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