UOENO ft. Princewtw Lyrics

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They hate on the boy but they can't fathom winning

They hate on the boy but they can't fathom winning

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They hate on the boy

But they can't fathom winning

I just got a check

Look like my bag tripled

I stand on the rock

They got a bad chisel

Got that dog in me

I'm eating mad kibble

Going up

Not bout to come down

John 3:16 my favorite gun sound

At the function in all black

Look like the sundown

Took that demon to the track

I'm about to run rounds

Mad different

I changed up my past vision

Hellcat do 200

I don't need it, cause I'm mad driven

Bad fishing

Simon Peter glad with em

He can change their life

He'll change mine too it's what you catch with it

Grave digger

In his grave he mad risen

Father gave a test to go complete and then he passed missions

Locked down

Singing songs got mad vicious

Earthquake in the cell done freed the boys

They shaking mad prisons

They say miracles can't happen

You ain't seen my life

God call me to action with my brothers

We from City Light

Dreams about my future

It's so hard for me to sleep at night

I just pick the beat and pray to God

See what the spirit write

I let the spirit flow, I let the spirit go

Holy ghost writer got the pen, I let the spirit grow

Bless me with that bread and let it rise we cooking up the dough

Ice around my neck in winter time, look like its finna snow

Evangelize around my city, call a duty map

Church lady fainting, ain't gonna look the way we shooting at

Say you don't deserve Jesus' love, why you assuming that

Demonic things up on my feed, I'm not consuming that

Was wreck it ralph on felix, now that my eyes got so fixed on Jesus

Like the way I talk bout my mic, boy wait till I talk pack these arenas

Just me in retro, planting seeds we bearing fruit now they want to be us

Wait until he bring that thunder, we ball like Gilbert Arena

No questions, I just lay my hand want you a blessing, then we can meet up

Most I fulfill all my needs, need me a word, he good for the re up

Spot secure cause we supply better truth might as well call me Madea

Hop on a horse, we ride foreign, Lauren London, not no Kia

I suit up at any second, y'all should know the end is near

Even Trump got shot got glory to God, boy it's been a year

Just wait till Jesus pop out of that cloud, me and mine gon' disappear

Turning up for my father, for those who got them ears to hear

Better keep all them commandments, he made that their crystal clear

No weapon formed up against me, no demon can interfere

Gotta get respect, where it's due, because Yeshua my engineer

He my shield, it's not battle royale, hit Satan with the spear

Hit satan with a spear

Know my spot secure

Might as well call me Madea

Bearing fruit

Now they want to be us