Lyrics You'll Shine - Bril Abanti

F.O.B. stand up we here
Fam of Bril stand up we here
Never gone call yall fans man yall more like fam
God said you got problems
So put pen in hand

Fob stand up we here
God get all our drive over here
Peeped in your whip and I saw fear
Never gone love your journey if you let Him steer

F.O.B. and Abba tribe
Folks tell yall go reach for the sky
Yeah that's cool and that sound nice
But I stay with Jesus and reach for mine

F.O.B. and Abba tribe
Forget your numbers how hard you grind
Riches be so fleeting man
If it's in His will then take your time
When you with the son don't trip you'll shine
When you with the son don't trip you'll shine
When you with the son don't trip you'll shine
When you with the son don't trip you'll shine
When you with the son don't trip you'll shine
When you with the son don't trip you'll shine
When you with the son don't trip you'll shine
When you with the son don't trip you'll shine
I had a scary obsession with metrics I'd rather be counting my blessings
It's in His will I ain't stressing bout messes I know He killing the extra
Shine like a diamond in all of this pressure
Shine like a diamond in all of this
Lot of folks never will measure to all that He planned for they life cuz they doing endeavors the aint even posed to
You love Jesus but ain't even hopeful
Went through every emotion with the mission given I put in my all cuz I'm sposed to
Your excuse is all that you go through
My reason is all that He goes through
Your excuse is all that you go through
My reason is all that He goes through