Hit 'Em With A Mic

Bring them choppas out, them demons got a runny mouth
If they worried about they feelings, they could bleed it out
Steady going before the Lord, like what they pleading now
When I go before the throne, I'm finna worship out

Brooklyn stopping on the devil, punch him in his mouth
Taking way too many L's, not how I'm rolling out
Listen, (pop)
Get me out your mouth
Always trying to say my name, but you quiet now

I got a demon in my sights, leave his back broke
Don't ever call a demon friend, you get backed doored
All you do is spending money, now you back broke
Gave my Jesus a pad and pen, now this rap wrote

I understand you sitting in your feelings
Give your life to God, he gon' bring you healing
Put your pride down before you hit that ceiling
Enemies waiting for you, like, yo, kill him

I'm really like that for real life, I ain't switching sides
Jesus let me off the leash and then I improvise
Hit a demon in his side like it come in fries
I'm a soldier in the kingdom, I be killing fine

Why you enemies with God, like you finna die
Why you enemies with Chai, like that's finna slide
I be studying the Word, so I know they tactics
I ain't even go in front, yeah, they call me lacking

Jesus had to rescue me and now I'm back in action
I don't care about no wins, why the heck you laughing
Send a demon back to hell and I ain't helping packing
I ain't asking for my friends, tell my friend go ask him

If I pray to my God, he gon' always answer
How you asking for a sign but you claiming cancer

Huh, huh, had to get them right
Catch a demon in the studio, I hit 'em with a mic