Lyrics Lost Souls - Jerel

I just point them to the cross and when I do you know I can't miss
Trying to be faithful with the calling not famous
I just connect with the ones who in the trenches
Start a fire in the booth boy I'm relentless
I can't give up no, no, no
Until I reach all these lost souls
I'm in your section
Making noise like a siren
Getting my syllabus from God
I'm on assignment

Every time I step out of the booth God start speaking
Every time I step in front of the mic I start preaching yeah
Identity unknown but you know me Lord
Just get familiar with my savior through these holy bars
These youngins out here stumbling plus they dumping
Going under why I'm reaching for the promise welcome to the jungle
They're wilding out here smiling while these triggers squeeze
I got that heat that's guaranteed to bring you to your knees
Yeee, and I ain't talking bout them yappas
But shout out to my Abba Don Dada
With the sovereign and the squadron
Keep it humble keep it modest
We don't gossip preach the Gospel
Out here singing like Sinatra just follow

I just point them to the cross and when I do you know I can't miss
Trying to be faithful with the calling not famous
I just connect with the ones who in the trenches
Start a fire in the booth boy I'm relentless
I can't give up no, no, no
Until I reach all these lost souls
I'm in your section
Making noise like a siren
Getting my syllabus from God
I'm on assignment

These rappers out here posted with designer bags
I'm custom made with the way that I'm designed to last yeah
It's just too many façade it ain't real left
My God can free from that trap now that's a real flex
My steps ordered like Uber eats and Grub hub
I'm not gang affiliated I just plead the blood
They're talking about me soon as I walk through the door
I know the devil is too
I keep my shooters closer
I just hope they get the message a probate in my section
I keep steppers
A hedge of protection
Wait what you saying
I know my God gone cover me like what you wearing
I ain't playing that's I Am

I'm in my bag like a suitcase
Probably eating the beat up like it's soufflé
They just keep pointing at me like who they
I'm probably pointing back at them like who saved

I just point them to the cross and when I do you know I can't miss
Trying to be faithful with the calling not famous
I just connect with the ones who in the trenches
Start a fire in the booth boy I'm relentless
I can't give up no, no, no
Until I reach all these lost souls
I'm in your section
Making noise like a siren
Getting my syllabus from God
I'm on assignment

Getting my syllabus from God
I'm on assignment
Getting my syllabus from God
I'm on assignment