Dead That

Dead That please, gotta kill it, used to be the old me no longer feel it

Because you see i been made new and i learned whats true

What i got cant be earned and what i owes due

I remember them days when i might hit her up for them nudes

Now i try to guard my eyes like hiding a high

Im no longer riding the lies, im dying to die, die to the old me

Pick up my cross what he told me

My bars super, im just saying, no Broly

Washed in the blood so now my Father see me as holy

Need no plaques and i need no trophy's, i just need him to mold me

And make me new everyday as the day he has mad rejoice and be glad in that

Souls im aiming to baggin a that