Lyrics W.W.D - Gil Gatsby

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First things first, young Gilla, gospel rap kicker
Six two epistle, I'm only living the scripture
Gas, no brakes, I never come with the switch up
Bible on the dash, I keep my hand on the trigger
Standing on business and crushing like Godzilla
Cinderella story, a pair of Jordan my slippers
You are not speaking the truth, I'm not budging
I really don't relate to you fam like play cousins

A lethal pen, but the humblest beast, I got saved
And God put me back on the street
He run the house, but I'm the landlord in this piece
Look, the rap game is on the month-to-month lease
I'm looking at this evil and screaming out, "Please, stop!"
'Cause God control the power and volume like screenshots
And Christ on the beat and the flow ain't fair
I get to snapping like, "Wait, I think I know you from somewhere"

Yeah, partner, we outchea
I know that you heard about me
And I'ma hold it down for the king
He the truth and I got the receipts
It's gon' be just what it's gon' be

Look, I pull up like, "What we doing?"
They want war, then what we doing?
They want smoke, then what we doing?
This Christ gang, now what we doing?

Ayo, go against the kingdom of God, that wouldn't risk
On the track, I don't know how to act like Tubi flicks
Christmas play props, my stage presence a gift
I'm praying for the culture, I'm hoping to see it shift
The Bible thumper with a rhyme of a legend
This the turn boy band in a matter of seconds
From boys to men, I'm in sync with Him
This aggression came to lead the world to one direction

Look, if God be for me, no weapon that form harm me
Christ, hop, win it forever, we stay scoring (swish)
Haters try to wear me down, salvation on me
Got a flow that'll rip out your unit like Steve Harvey
Winning souls forever, you all know when to mood
Man, the pen put in work, it deserve a W-2
And Christ be the king, man, you already know
The only time that you strap is your Crocs in sport mode

Yeah, partner, we outchea
I know that you heard about me
And I'ma hold it down for the king
He the truth and I got the receipts
It's gon' be just what it's gon' be

Look, I pull up like, "What we doing?"
They want war, then what we doing?
They want smoke, then what we doing?
This Christ gang, now what we doing?
What we doing?