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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kijan Boone
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kijan Boone
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
AJBeats
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah, i been stepping with the one
And it's T oo(Two) hot in the studio prolly cause im with the Son (Sun)
Three people, all in one, my father known to get it done
I used to sit and pour up Fours and then my high got really dumb
I can really say for five years, i was really stuck on smoking runtz
I just been living in my ways so i been reading Matthew six
i Feel completed number seven imma pop out feeling lit
When i was eight , i used to pray for plenty ways to make me rich
Then started toting Nines, i used to love the way the choppa hit
It's a light show on my wrist, no ben ten
I don't like seven-eleven , i can't do odd dividends
If i say it's twelve with me, im talking deciples, not the pigs
Cause i don't even mess with cops and its thirteen reasons why, but i ain't gon
get into it
Fourteen dollars in my bank account, when i came to Christ
Ain't have no choice, but hop out on faith, now im litty right
Fifteen seconds in a room with Christ, that'll even fix your life
Sixteen years old i swear that sin was just my kryptonite
It's crazy i got arrested right at seventeen
Eighteen was the year my people tried to just embarrass me
Now i deal with pharisees
I can't cap i thought nineteen would the year my mama bury me
The devil mad apparently
I used to never leave right out the house without the twenty on my waist
I was twenty-one they thought i was facing a hundred with the case
I was twenty-two i was tryna run round dirty with the drac
Twenty-three had to surrender my whole life for better days
Now it's no twenty-four, that go by that i don't think bout
Jesus
Twenty-five i'm in the sky, no i can't die with holy heaters
By 2026 i still will not forget the way he freed us
I might go and fast for Twenty-seven days cause Lord i need you
Twenty- eight up in a ounce, i used to serve but now, im serving Yah
Before im twenty-nine my mom gon stop working her job
Shoot the shot like Curry. KJV, drop a thirty ball
Swear if she not P31 , i promise she gone turn me off
Dunking on these beats i feel like Shaq, no 32 up on my back
But i still keep it on my bag
See i barely talk about my dad.. he left my mom at thirty-three
Yeah, but i still love em through the times that he was hurting me
But always call on Jeuss thirty-four more seconds , til the beat bout to be
bleeding
I don't think they know mean it
This ain't 3.5 in my wood, i just been smoking on a demon
Then go chill and have a holy spirit meeting
But im not gon stop at thirty-six im just gon snap until the beat end
Yeah i'm rapping now but when im thirty-seven i might be preaching
Yeah my lord changed my whole life, my soul was dark, now it look decent
Cause i still got my flaws i still just pray to God like help me deeply
Used to think i was a thug when i used to carry that 38
Now that bible on my waist , that's the only thing i bang
The Christ steppa in the building
Demons always move away
Yeah i'm on thirty-nine but i said everything i need to say yeah .. and i can say it
40 times but imma say it 1 times and that's go to Jesus.. he the only way
Written by: Kijan Boone