Lyrics




Two thousand years ago, Jesus rose and He called game
Satan bruised His heel, He walked out the grave no walk of shame
Time running out, we gon' fall to our knees all the same
Y'all better put D Rose in the Hall of Fame
Mike air-walked and moonwalked, Jesus walked on water
Do you remember the time most from the man walking
Lucifer knows be doers of the word, the way he perverts the world with mics now Christians steady talking
King David sung psalms, still slung the rock
It's clear the world is entertained if you portray the Rock
Three sixteen, wrestling with things we've never seen
Funny how the stone rolled in a 3 count, Spirit still on top
If this flop, it won't be because I pillow top
God's rest assured His increase comes with the crops
'til further notice I stretch my hands to the sky
And if you're wondering why, it's not cause I'm being forced by the cops Ahh-
Praise Him in advance waiting on direct deposit
If a man doesn't work, he doesn't eat
Pork is chopped tryna live with Leviticus
It's not required, but swine won't be my heart's stop
Penalty of sin is death, God took a hard flop
Took a charge when He didn't have to get involved, not a mall cop
But Paul told us it was a gift, and we running a race
Lines for Satan's lap shouldn't be longer than the throne of grace, and plus Santa's fake
Lord I love you a whole lot
Treasure hid in the field, I see why I watched Holes now
You know you really close to God in the garden, Satan don't pull up as a snake he just start pulling hoes out
Oh my-
I'm made in God's image
Thank God He gave me more than one shot I would've been finished
And like I'm in that cul-de-sac right before the Son comes down
The game already won so you can call this a scrimmage, that's real



Writer(s): Preston Ellison Copyright: Self Published Through Distrokid



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