W.W.D Lyrics

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First things first, young Gilla

Gospel rap kicker

Six two epistle, I'm only living the scripture

Gas, no brakes, I never come with the switch up

Bible on the dash, I keep my hand on the trigger

Standing on business and crushing like Godzilla

Cinderella story, a pair of Jordan my slippers

You are not speaking the truth, I'm not budging

I really don't relate to you fam like play cousins

A lethal pen, but the humblest beast, I got saved

And God put me back on the street

He run the house, but I'm the landlord in this piece

Look, the rap game is on the month-to-month lease

I'm looking at this evil and screaming, out please stop

Cause God control the power and volume like screenshots

And Christ on the beat and the flow ain't fair

I get to snapping like, wait, I think I know you from somewhere

Yeah,Partner we Ouchea

I know that you heard about me

And I'ma hold it down for the king

He the truth and I got the receipts

It's gon' be just what it's gon' be

Look, I pull up like, what we doing

They want war, then what we doing

They want smoke, then what we doing

Yo, this Christ gang, now what we doing

Go against the kingdom of God, that wouldn't risk

On the track, I don't know how to act like tubi Flicks

Christmas play props, my stage presence a gift

I'm praying for the culture, I'm hoping to see it shift

The Bible thumper with a rhyme of a legend

This turn boy band in a matter of seconds

From boyz to men, I'm in sync with him

This aggression came to lead the world to one direction

Look, if God be for me, no weapon to form, harm me

Christ, hop win it forever, we stay scoring

Haters try to wear me down, salvation on me

Got a flow that'll rip out your unit like Steve Harvey

Winning souls forever, you all know when to mood

Man, the pen put in work, it deserve a W-2

And Christ be the king, man, you already know

The only time that you strap is your Crocs and sport mode

Yeah,Partner we Ouchea

I know that you heard about me

And I'ma hold it down for the king

He the truth and I got the receipts

It's gon' be just what it's gon' be

Look, I pull up like, what we doing

They want war, then what we doing

They want smoke, then what we doing

Yo, this Christ gang, now what we doing

What we doing