Heavenly Poetry 5

Yeah

Yeah, Don Ready, stay ready, yeah

Mr. Young Greatness, yeah

Look, I got flows cutting the soul, cleaner than tummy tucks

Lot of the antics getting old, but God Ain′t done with us

Told 'em Jesus taking the wheel, He told me buckle up

Now I hop on beats and I release like I had bubble guts

Yeah, my soul fell in love with the King like BB

All I′m wanting is what's in the potter's house Like TD

Got the devil low, post-ISO like feed me

'Cause I been really in the scrolls and I been eating my Wheaties

Look, they was sleeping before, but now they watching like TV

Most of these rappers too greedy, most of they lyrics is cheesy

Most stop following God because they thought it was easy

Most people saying they Christian but live blind like Stevie, yeah

A lot of cappin' on the internet

They standin′ tall dressing they flaws like some vinaigrette

They say they really 'bout the truth, but they just pimpin′ that

God put me in this space, walking with grace to put an end to that

For real

And I'm just hoping that they stay ready

Yeah, look, okay

Look, I've been grinding with Him purposely

I don't need no fame, I don't need nobody to worship me

I walk with God, so the devil can't burn in the third degree

I been through a lot, but God came with every emergency

Urgently, constantly giving me certainty

Jesus Christ lived a life, and He lived that more perfectly

Jesus Christ, yeah, He died for you and me personally

God's love can't be traded for any new currency

You and me not congruent, God knows I've been through it

When it comes to rapping, I'm fluent, fluidly in motion

Giving God devotion, smoothest without lotion

New wave in the ocean, ministry's exploding, hold up

Aye, let's take it back, yeah, let's take it back, uh

Let us state a fact, let us state a fact

I know it looks like we've been popping for a minute, wasn't me, huh

Yeah, my God's the one that did it, yeah

Yeah, stuck between a rock and a hard place

Built like Steve Rogers, I could go all day

Guarding me probably gon' be a hard lace

Lightskin cheffin′ like Bobby Flay, I sauté

Whatever the sauce say, ingredients not important

The media non-informin', my God is a 3-in-1

It hit like a parlay, the Lord had to carry me through my shh like Shawshank

I'm bought, paid

A lot of y'all not saved, your walk fake

Some of y'all peaked and got clipped like bald fade

Some of y'all be really sleepin' on what Don say

The gospel will make you partner or part ways

Facts

Aight Don, I'm done, straight like that