Testimony Lyrics

I don't need the posse, you're my Backup Vision lookin' foggy, was hard For me to

Back up

You're my only contact when I done Pulled a flat Would you look at that

You led me right back on track, yeah List is gettin' shorter, I been conquerin

My fears

We don't do Muhammad, praising Jesus over here Feelin' like Ali, hittin' Demons on the ear

They Like, Cruz, were you at? He Took a brown boy out to trap

I used to smoke on the thrax, huh, Take my lil' cut, then I tax, huh,

Wood on me, what was a black Tryna Make sure it fit in the spliff, yeah

Took me a hit, then I dipped enjoyed My lil' buzz, got back on the road

Save me enough for tomorrow, a smile On my face, I thought I was gold, yeah

Then that junk got to the point that I Wouldn't think about when I got old

Boy, I just wanted it fast, and I didn't Care if my heart got cold

Like, how homie is you tryna match? I Done got way too attached

I was just tryna escape, by myself at the End of the day

I don't need the posse, you're my Backup Vision lookin' foggy, was hard For me to

Back up

You're my only contact when I done Pulled a flat Would you look at that

You led me right back on track, yeah List is gettin' shorter, I been conquerin

My fear We don't do Muhammad, Praising Jesus over

Here Feelin' like Ali, hittin' demons on The ear

They Like, Cruz, were you at? He Took a brown boy out to trap

Yeah, all of these problems that I Couldn't shake Too busy tryna awake And go bake

Knew about Jesus, but didn't obey Then Holy Spirit pulled up had his Way

Tryna brush over the obvious truth But homie, you know when God talking to you

I couldn't serve myself and serve him Too I'm covered in red right now, back Then was

Blue

Yeah, I said Jesus, I'll be in this bed for Weeks like an addict

Yeah, the way that I'm livin', I cannot Go kick it, I'm tryna let you have it

Your word say I got to be sober, secret Place just like the attic

But Lord, without you, then I'm over, I don't gotta turn into the magic

Yeah, I believe that you died for my sin Be my Lord God, I'm lettin' you in

Never dealt with depression again Know I still got my moments for real

I ain't trippin', I know that I'm seald Rich in heaven, I'm ballin' like Beal

Boy I'm free because Jesus is real

I don't need the Posse, you're my Backup Vision lookin' foggy, was hard For me to

Back up You're my only contact when I Done pulled a

Flat Would you look at that

You led me right back on track, List

Is gettin' shorter, I've been conquerin

my fears, We don't do Muhammad, praising Jesus over

here, oh Feelin' like Ali, hittin' demons on the ear

They like, Cruz, were you at? He Took a brown boy out the trap