Brady Lyrics

Stayin' smoove on the beat like it's gravy

I be fightin' the fight on the daily

Homie chasing the bill or check

Yeah I don't run for the bucs like I'm Brady

I was cryin' to God to come save me

I was down in the mud I was caving

Homie chasing the bill or check

Yeah I don't run for the bucs like I'm Brady

Picked up my things and I go

Picked up my eyes, foot on the pavement hittin' the road

I was a dummy and thought I was movin' but I didn't know

I didn't know that I needed a hand homie that was the code

I never knew that I had the resemblance of pistol Pete

I tried to be a success and go crazy but not with the three

The Father The Son and The Holy Spirit was a blessing to me

Now I'm proclaiming the name and His fame till I'm resting in peace

Yeah till I'm resting in peace

But I don't rest with a piece (Bark)

I cannot fold like a crease (Bark)

Yahweh He paid for the sin (Bark)

The Bible can be a receipt

The Bible can be a receipt, if you give me a plate then I'm ready to eat

They be chattin' all day they be sendin' the tweets

Be quicker to listen and slower to speak

Stayin' smoove on the beat like it's gravy

I be fightin' the fight on the daily

Homie chasing the bill or check

Yeah I don't run for the bucs like I'm Brady

I was cryin' to God to come save me

I was down in the mud I was caving

Homie chasing the bill or check

Yeah I don't run for the bucs like I'm Brady

I just roll with the same ones, He be still coming through when the rain comes

Everything that I go through, I just hold You, and You say that You ain't done

I would be lying if I said, that the devil ain't get up in my head

And I try to stay loving and righteous, but the devil permeating virus

I don't wanna be the one that rises, the fame and the money is mindless

Don't you remember the pillars, I be trying to radiate kindness

Stay on the path, yeah He is both the love and the wrath

The bread of life, homie they edible, it's incredible hittin' the dash

I roll with the Son, kinda like Nash

I'm casting the net, but not for the bass

Fishing for men and we hitting the mass

The fear in my life man I gotta surpass

The world is in need of a savior

The pain in this world can be major

We needing the touch of the Maker

But we dodging and ducking the paper

And the paper I'm talking is scripture

You got money I got something richer

Giants are falling I move and I cruise (Cruz)

They got the blues, but I'm not Victor

Try to keep up, you say you about it I'm callin' a bluff

I shine like a diamond I been in the rough

Don't think you not worthy you're more than enough

Stop pointing the finger and chucking the stones

Stay on ya post, call it Malone

We all going through it and needing His peace

Just know you're okay, my brother shalom

Stayin' smoove on the beat like it's gravy

I be fightin' the fight on the daily

Homie chasing the bill or check

Yeah I don't run for the bucs like I'm Brady

I was cryin' to God to come save me

I was down in the mud I was caving

Homie chasing the bill or check

Yeah I don't run for the bucs like I'm Brady