LETTERS Lyrics

Hittin' the gates, I ain't tryna bet

Playin' wit fate, gonna get you wrecked (oh)

Lie in my face, the Lion gon' dine on your plate

You better get ready, get set

Devil a snake, so we crush his head

We cannot flake, gotta be the best, yah (ahh)

Flyin' out, Southwest, yah

Got a Pilot, givin' us rest, yah

Got a demon hanging from the neck

Got a hater hatin' on the net, yah (yuh)

False prophets, Yahweh on they neck

Demon never get another breath, yah

I don't do this for a piece of bread

If I did, then I get a Benz, yah

Do it for Jesus, not for men (woah)

These the letters bleedin' in the red, yah

Gotta repent

I was a sinner, I had to repent (I had to repent)

I do this for love, don't care about bread

I told you this once, the message ain't send (yea-ah)

His only Son, the Father had sent

He died for our sin, so Hell was bent

He conquered the death, like Ali in Ninety Cent

Jesus healin' my wounds, ain't no argument

It's the "Who's who?" And the "What's what?"

But you playin' games on your own luck

You don't rep the gang that you throw up

You is not a lame, please don't load up

Do it for the fame, gotta blow up

That's what demons say in the low cut

But I'm tellin' you, if you say His name

Say that Jesus saves, then You'll glow up

Hittin' the gates, I ain't tryna bet

Playin' wit fate, gonna get you wrecked (oh)

Lie in my face, the Lion gon' dine on your plate

You better get ready, get set

Devil a snake, so we crush his head

We cannot flake, gotta be the best, yah (ahh)

Flyin' out, Southwest, yah

Got a Pilot, givin' us rest, yah

Got a demon hanging from the neck

Got a hater hatin' on the net, yah (ooh, ooh-ooh)

False prophets, Yahweh on they neck

Demon never get another breath, yah

I don't do this for a piece of bread

If I did, then I get a Benz, yah

Do it for Jesus, not for men (woah)

These the letters bleedin' in the red, yah (yeah)