Move
Tell Canon we going to free him from the chain game
I got a better way of life and you can maintain
Ain’t no looking behind you there’s a angel there
Got them shaking in they boots like seeing a red dot
That red spot sucked you in now you seeing with the red vision
And for the demons we don’t got no security clearance
But we got that fruit and I will stuff it in your face
Take your poison apple back God made me Snow White Satan
See you ain’t got no handle on me
Cause you ain’t got hands to put with them Edward scissor hands
Bust a move with the Rock Paper Scissors
I’ll bust him with a rock and they already know I’m talking about the Christ
Not even the Kool-Aid Man can make a move with the red liquid
Tell Khaled we the best but only if you believe in Christ will you go to Heaven Know that
And if any of you never see the big picture promise you can check the Kodak
Promise them boys we stay strapped
And unlike your average rapper we live where we come from
Born from the earth made in the image of the Father
The Heaven bound train is a free trip so don’t you lose the offer
And yet still many of them will fall
Thou my feet may fail Lord I walk on the burning coal
I walk in the shadow of darkness the deep trenches
And I still come fresh going deep with the new crew
That you didn’t know was Ex Gangbangers Ex Murders Ex Hustlers Ex thieves
And now they let God do the taking when they planted the seed
Tell me winners never quit how come you still playing in the sandbox
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