Cammo (feat. Da Cookout)

This is an Epistle to my folks
The Lord has been a Shepherd since Beatties
Yet I walk through the paths of the pack
And God still kept me in the gate in spite of my own way
In the meanwhile from eighteen to twenty five
He allowed me to nurture a gift He knew I'd one day use to glorify Him
While I still give y'all actual game to live the righteous way in what we call the world
I'm here to use the expressions of the Blood that saved me
And the bars that paved me
Of my testimony in the past how God was there, even when I refused to care
Brothers and sisters I present... Adulessons

In the land of the scammer, home of the Braves
I know Bijan'll never ask for a trade
The wave down here is way different
I moved up when I moved south, it's the same difference
Some things done went south, I can't hold you
But when He reigns, it's some storms you gotta go through
Only pain I showed was in the mixed vocals
Used to be life of the party, so i remained social
Cause I been ear to ear through all of my tears
Been a blank face through all of my fears ever since I was a school boy
It might get rocky, call me a rude boy
I won't hold my tongue just to spare you joy cause
I Didn't come for peace
Can't sell myself short, so I brought the receipts
I'm owning up to everything now, what is a lease
Ten toes down on mine, I know you saw the crease
Cause I Let them boys slide when I didn't slide
Ain't a kid, I was childish every time I slid
Every time I ain't need violence
But sometimes I sat by when I saw y'all wilding
Sometimes I capped my lid when I saw y'all lying
I could've warned about the fail when I saw y'all trying
My deeds are worth dying
Ion brunch, but one thing that lamb is
My tab has paid for every time I sinned, so

We ain't hiding it no more, I tried hiding before
Only pride I still have is The Rock and the four
I'm done waiting on her at the table
Yeah we going through all my work if I'm able
The wolf and the sheep is the only fable
Gotta be direct, took while to get cable
Time to rip the appearance, still rocking clearance
This time by design I made it legit
Now Im walking in promise and still pop my- cause
I wanted to stop, but I couldn't take it
This gift come from God, I couldn't escape it
Thing about my soul, it was never sold
Clean my soul up so we outside (we outside)
Still rock white ones every three months
Got my Soul Protector now, so we outside (we outside)

Been outside, but not out righteous
Flight risk, out here with my spirit at new heights with-
Out my soul pilot, that died in the hands of Pilate
Tried to take wheel without 'em, and realized that I don't got it
But I knew that I had 'em, but haven't used 'em
Past few wrongs I started choosing and started
Using His name solely for Savior, not for the pavement
Just out here walking dolo, these streets dangerous I couldn't tame 'em
And the road less traveled was never lonely
But It's like He flagged down my real homies
Now I never stayed by the corner, but now we at the crossroads
I believe in covenants, no time with the lost souls
But I love all souls, and I hope I can help convert to a near apostle
Cause this rise up real, cause this high ain't peel
And when He comes back we go up, the pen'll cost tho still, uh
They hoped I would stop, but God didn't say when
They hoped that I dropped the ball, but it's still my play pen
Standing on Bible but still rocking
Lot of these Gospel artists start to feel boxed in, and that ain't how we flockin
Let me give you some old Seven just to show you that we still locked in
Might be covered in the blood, but we ain't hiding

Yeah
Since there's no chance in hell, i might as well raise it
Since I'm nothing with God, I might as well praise 'em
Literal rapping gift, no need for appraisal
My It factor the only reason you bozos think that you can clown on me, and talk down on me
But deep down inside you struggling
Cause no joke you probably still wish you was still juggling my-
Please don't respond 'til the clip empty
Code word Vietnam, you know it ain't ending pretty
Ask who I'm standing behind, they always sitting with me
We finna turn these Paul Rich's to Richard
Millie's
And won't stop playing this game 'til I'm sitting wit Gillie
So Wallo can ask how low did I go to from
Where's Waldo to where you wanna stay at the Waldorf Astorian
Cause no kidding I wasn't gonna record again
But why kill Seven when I belittle your presence
Why kill Seven when I should kill your essence
You never been on no Jet sh-, so stop covering for girl
You always press sh-, claiming I'm depressing
Well the tape is coming off, tell Mama we taking off
There might be seven Seven's, it's way more than seven songs
She might've been absent, but we gon' mark her present
Revealing all of the hidden truths in my adolescence
As a lesson
Adulessons
Adulessons
Adulessons
It's Seven, yeah