Lyrics Too Much Sauce - Phil J.

I got too much sauce homie, yeah
Saucy ooh, you can see it all on me, ayy
Praise the Maker for the gift
Yeah I'm making moves
I'm Steph Curry with the swish
I got too much sauce
Too much sauce
It's a great feeling when you find out that you got it, yup
And an even better feeling when you know it's
From the God you serve, you know you got it, yup
Never took flight school so I don't know how to pilot (don't know)
Let the Lord lead while I pray in His guidance
Flying high with His excellence
The creator of all things, I'm the evidence
Don't you doubt it (ya)
I'm saucing up your speakers, bringing that Nu Age Soul
The recipe is in a book that is sure 'nough change your soul, ya
Gotta wake up every morn'
Give praises to the Maker for the love he's shown
Providing these old sinful bones
To give to touch the masses
I thought I was tragic,
I thought I was never good enough to make the magic
'Til I read this book and I believe it is a classic, Imagine
The secret to my sauce, was never in a cabinet (For real?)
It was in a Bible that my uncle handed, to the kid
Now I got way too much!
I got too much sauce homie, yeah
Saucy ooh, you can see it all on me, ayy
Praise the Maker for the gift
Yeah I'm making moves
I'm Steph Curry with the swish
I got too much sauce
Too much sauce
Christian rappers are passing all of these
Never sleep on my team, oh we can make banging classics
That will guide you,
Pry you from the Devil's dudes grip and his tactics
And lead to the light of life on the hectic road, reward is fantastic
But they don't wanna hear that though (no)
I still took a chance at rapping (ah yea)
And Imma still [?] about hope
In the one, the only Savior
That's a bold statement
'Cause He the reason for the sauce (ya)
Recipe came with a cost (ya)
Rearranged my whole life, now I ain't gotta take no loss, nah
So Imma wake up every morn'
Give praises to the Maker for the love he's shown
Providing these old sinful bones
To give to touch the masses
I thought I was tragic,
I thought I was never good enough to make the magic
'Til I read this book and I believe it is a classic, Imagine
If I never had a passion, life would just be so stagnate (for real)
Dreams were almost in the trash bin
But ain't no quitting me
Now I got way too much!
I got too much sauce homie, yeah
Saucy ooh, you can see it all on me, ayy
Praise the Maker for the gift
Yeah I'm making moves
I'm Steph Curry with the swish
I got too much sauce
Too much sauce
Too much, (whoa)
Too much sauce
Too much, sauce