Lyrics Author and Finisher - J. Monty

2019 everything finna change
Aw yeah, aw yeah

Jesus the author and finisher sovereign center
The God of a billion fatherless children
I'm starting the temperature up
Abolish a written with homonyms, synonyms, Soloman's wisdom
And all for the mention of God who ascended above
Not from the venue?
A Glock to your temple, they'll rob you, then kill you
For nominal figures yo' body get hit, and then slumped
Pop at you simpletons all in yo' mental
Young Monty too spiritual
Stop with the lip or I'm callin' yo' minister up
I remember Clayton County livin' thinkin'
"Will I ever know a better day?"
Rebel on per diem, devil in my dm
I been prayin' all the hell away
Elevate, never break, Heaven waits
Hella people bein' led astray
To medicate instead of pray and dedicate
To higher livin' we can celebrate
I promise I ain't pentecostal
If you wanna go bar for bar just know the pen'll cost you
I pray to God to take the limits off you
So we can take this living water to these empty fossils
These rappers don't own a gun can't find a move they shot
They taking flows out here
They got more steals than Mookie Blaylock
They writing verses 'bout their percocets and groupies they got
Think they're glued to their spot but truly they not
I'm coming for it, Monty