Rolling With The King

Christ gang that's my clique, I'm a old head but still, get

On fire, like Limewire, I download that realness

Step, back and I need, room, for lost, souls to come, through

You hate, me, I love, you, the love of Christ, it shines through

In the booth, I'm gone snap, every single time ain't, no traps

Subliminal I don't, do, I always bare, my Christ, stamp

People sick and they need help, they need a doctor asap

I know the Great Physician, don't need your money no Cash, App

Come as you are, whether you live in a house on the street or you live in ya car

Ain't no judgement, come on in, welcome with o-pen arms

Yea, message the same, even though it's said in many different, ways

Christ paid, the ultimate price, when He died, on that day