Lyrics
Yeah
We back again
Yeah, we back
Just checking in, man I've been around
Huh
A-yo, I’m tryna stay in tune
And this just a well check with homemade food, yeah
Been around the world with a few point of views
But now it’s blacklist Will Smith, and cancel Ice Cube
These loose screws just to keep you on your toes, yeah
You can’t cancel crazy 'cause you reaping what you sow, yeah
I was at the Bistro
Studying the cheat codes
Teach it to the sheepfold
Call the case a Rico, uh
We all guilty at the end of the day
I still believe it's coming down to repent, and be saved
I’m still walking through my town with some hope in my heart
My daughter acting like she know that she done stolen my heart
And it’s been feeling like my church and I been growing apart
But I can’t hide up in these shadows like I glow in the dark
So now I’m hiding plain sight, I ain’t waiting till you see me
They turned Kwame Brown to a prophet 'cause he geechie
I saw Canada
I smelled cannabis
These new laws can’t come from old candidates
These old bones is strong I’m still standing up
These cold calls is scams, I’m still hanging up
We seeing miracles, field full of marigolds
Can we please stop these comparisons, and marriage goals?
I’ma get the Wingstop
Text me with a screen shot
David with the slingshot
Just wait for the Supreme drop
Yeah
I been getting space
You should talk to God 'fore you get up in my face
The homies say wassup
Wassup
The family say wassup
Wassup
Yo, this is just the holiness
Tell me who you trust
I been around
I been getting space
You should talk to God ‘fore you get up in my face
The homies say wassup
Wassup
The family say wassup
Wassup
Yo, this is just the holiness
A-yo, this the type of music you won’t find on Christian radio
This the type of rapping y'all ain’t hearing at the stadiums
This is for the fathers making runs on Saturday
This is for the saints who ain’t waiting for the latter days
Feeling like the famine, and the prayers for the latter rain
Cultural exchange 'tween the fashion and the anime
The old folk skeptical, the youth ain’t hearing it
Blindfold taste tests, Sprite vs. Sierra Mist
Yo, Elohim said "Come let us reason"
I’m working out theology, y'all **** stopped thinking
Speaking of theology, my attention Eastern
Mostly Alexandria, and Egypt
It’s mostly 'bout the power out here
The industry that trample on the flowers out here
We found out people ain’t taking showers out here
No man knows the day, or the hour out here, so we counting down here
And I remember when I was wishing for the trumpets
When I was called to shepherd, a whole church full of Trumpers
They met me with suspicion, and assumptions
But I was on a mission of construction, and the building was the barrier
The building 'bout to bury us
Moses freed the people, but the children came from Miriam
And this ain’t thought provoking man, it’s feeling like you daring us
Just like King Darius
But look at how He care for us, and you can say we married up
Yeah
I been getting space
And you should talk to God 'fore you get up in my face
The homies say wassup
Wassup
The family say wassup
Wassup
Yo, this is just the holiness
Tell me who you trust
I've been around
I been getting space
And you should talk to God 'fore you get up in my face
The homies say wassup
Wassup
The family say wassup
Wassup
Yo, this is just the holiness
Written by: Taelor Gray
