[ Featuring FTA ZEKE ]
What's poppin'
Rap game needed some Godsends
It's all rotten
Had to clean it up, just moppin'
There's no stoppin'
Imma spend this calling for the gospel
Young bosses for the cause 'till the coffin
Bet we going all in
I'm used to rappin' a million flows
God as my witness go silly those
Wrapped in the spirit right down to my toes
God giving back to me all that I've sewed
Making a left, swerve we taking a right
Calling the boys, it's a spiritual fight
Praying for blessing to come in the night
Dancing on demons till death has no bite
I get to making the miracle moves
Shifting the hearts it be making the news
Paid by the blood for all of my dues
Taking the call to inspire the youth
Izzy gonna come wit a big blast
He my ride or die, he my main slatt
Always be cappin they big hats
Only go up never subtract
Shooting my shot till it kick back
Had to go ball had to get that
Flow so mean call it Big Shaq
Throwing these dimes call me big Dak
What's happenin,
Murdered that beat like Baskin
Robbin' the spotlight no Batman
But the rhymes slap so ice cream cold
Raekwon, wu-tang clan YA!
We sending them shots, no Mac 10's
Blood of Christ sealed we brackin'
Bodied them tracks, we stackin'
Let the beat drop, now back in
Dripping like I'm Dapper Dan
Here to fix the game like I've been a handy man
There's no pressure that I can't withstand
Mission: bringing living water to a thirsty land
Let me lay it out for you like some laminate
These new bars might floor you, go examine them
We Wuhan, ain't here by some accident
Making God tunes catchy like a pathogen
Well the cat's out the bag, and we taking back the city man and capture the flag
When he calls on my name, imma step to the stage like I'm up to the plate
Hit it out the park, see the look on your face
I've been saved by the grace, won't be tame in the place
Try to keep with this pace will leave you catching a fade
Rewinding that again like the play of the day
Drain the game winner like I'm Dame with the wave
Never counted up a milli but I'm counting on my city
Man my cups running over, Lord is steady with the filling
And I'm feeling very litty cuz I'm high on the spirit
And He pushing me to take it to the limit
So I'm putting generations on my shoulders, God enrolled for me in taking up the torches
So I'm bustin' out the guns out of the holsters
And I'm shooting up these demons with the semi word to Sosa
Like I'm Tatum as a rookie and I put em' on a poster
What's poppin'
Rap game needed some Godsends
It's all rotten
Had to clean it up, just moppin'
There's no stoppin'
Imma spend this calling for the gospel
Young bosses for the cause 'till the coffin
Bet we going all in
What's poppin'
Rap game needed some Godsends
It's all rotten
Had to clean it up, just moppin'
There's no stoppin'
Imma spend this calling for the gospel
Young bosses for the cause 'till the coffin
Bet we going all in
