Fig Tree Lyrics

Yeah Yeah

Drop back like a quarterback

Ain't no running back

Cuz I'm born again

You know the squad

Its Team Jesus

In a new season

Coach put me in

Gotta hang wit some mighty men

Cuz you don't know the warfare that I be in

Better back up cause I'm strapped up with a long scope and a wide lens

I put on the cammo fit

Like Rambo Commando

Whenever I handle the cannon

Check out that ammo

I load up the clip with the script

Then I turn in to camel and spit

The enemy creep like a vandal

I do not trip call the troops

Get ready for battle

It's already won

Man I'm led by the army of the one who John wouldn't lace up the sandals

That's the king of kings

Speak his name

Demons gone flee the scene

I owe my life he said I'll eat fee

Then went to hell told death release the keys

So when I'm fallin

Feelin like Alicia Keys

I call the Father

Abba I'm pleadin please

I need a hand

Cuz right now i see defeat

I need the bread of life

Come feed me feed me

How you thought this walk was easy peezy

Wit a enemy who be plottin creepin

Talkin sweet did you even read Ephesians

Chapter 6 11 you can see who scheming

Worse thing he did was leave me breathing

Cuz now it's war

I got angels keeping

Charge over me

Like at least a legion

They like point'em out

Will get even Stephen

Praises to the most high

Spell it with a big G

Screamin team Jesus til they put me under 6 feet

Spirit of the world look appealing

When it tempt me

Tryna move a mountain

While I practice on a fig tree