You know them boys keep it hot for ya
You know ya boy keep it hot for ya
You know them boys keep it hot for ya
We keep it so so hot for ya
You know them boys keep it hot for ya
You know ya boy keep it hot for ya
You know them boys keep it hot for ya
We keep it so so hot for ya
Throw ya headphones a little low, cut me up a little bit
Mic check, 1-2, turn me up a little bit
I like the way the kick hit, adjust it just a little bit
Life's more abundant now, yeah man I'm lovin' it
A picture's worth a thousand words, whatchu want me drawin' wit'
Everybody know my name, know who ya boy wit'
I leave this world or die today, you know where ya boy went
You don't see me in the streets, you know where ya boy at
In the kitchen with the heat, supper with my brethren
We go to war for Jesus like the army do the government
Sold out believers like the army for the government
Faith alone in Christ is the stamp on our covenant
Yeah man, it's reality we here man
Come to make the weight clear man
But the truth is a lotta cats really shouldn't feel it
Just for the simple fact man of what my rhymes filled with
Maybe I ain't been shot enough times
I don't sell enough dope in my rhymes
Ain't enough big trucks in my rhymes
Ain't enough cuss words in my rhymes
It's way too much Christ in my rhymes
Yeah fam, it's way too much Christ in my rhymes
Yeah fam, it's way too much Christ in my rhymes
Yeah fam, it's way too much Christ in my rhymes
They hate you throwin' fam, won't you turn it down a little bit
Spit all the bars you want, I ain't really feelin' it
You hide behind the image man but what you really dealin' wit?
Half these cats spittin' gangsta ain't really livin' it
Jeezy came, e'erbody wanna be the snowman
Cash Money came, e'erbody wanted dough, man
Q came, e'erbody thought they was the dope man
That's why I'm spittin' bars tryna give 'em hope, man
Keep the format, we ain't talkin' 'bout no X pills
Or tryna get in girls' pants, talkin' 'bout sex thrills
Forget the ice man, and them trucks with the big wheels
I been a kid once, already had a Big Wheel
Why would I spit about the ice on my neck
When I could pull a Mel Gibson, bring Christ to the set?
Spit a hundred bars for Christ, bring life to the set
Forget a murder fam, I'd rather bring life to the set
Maybe I ain't been shot enough times
I don't sell enough dope in my rhymes
Ain't enough big trucks in my rhymes
Ain't enough cuss words in my rhymes
It's way too much Christ in my rhymes
Yeah fam, it's way too much Christ in my rhymes
Yeah fam, it's way too much Christ in my rhymes
Yeah fam, it's way too much Christ in my rhymes
It's true, I ain't never took nine shots and lived
I ain't never took five shots and lived
So I ain't gon' try to be 50
Or try to be Pac and lie like I did
I ain't never did a long bid
So I ain't gon' front and lie like I did
I can't be nobody but me
So that's what you get, you gon' get Thiz
But I'ma fill you in on a little bit
I am from the hood, packed straps and I pulled it
But why spit bars about something that I'm through with?
I hate that I done, don't want nothin' to do with
About something that's so foolish
An act so cruelness and act so brutish
You should be happy for the new man
'Cause truth is fam you wouldn't wanna see the old man
Maybe I ain't been shot enough times
I don't sell enough dope in my rhymes
Ain't enough big trucks in my rhymes
Ain't enough cuss words in my rhymes
It's way too much Christ in my rhymes
Yeah fam, it's way too much Christ in my rhymes
Yeah fam, it's way too much Christ in my rhymes
Yeah fam, it's way too much Christ in my rhymes
