Lyrics WAYUP (feat. Tre'Gadd & King Chai) - Ty Sheetz

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It's that new generation
Devil coming for us hurry to your battle station
Universal theme for the nation
Hard life lead to harder conversations

What's a Legion to a son of God?
Ain't no Halloween
Ghost on scene
This a spooky bop
See a demon scheming in my dream so I don't sleep a lot
Spirit on Hakeem
I hear the screams when block that shot
I got the word
I got the range
You gonna burn
I got no chains
God saved the earth
Bird or a plane
No kryptonite
Taking the strength from his name
I talk to Jesus cuz he is the way
The tree ain't defeat him now He in my veins
I'm tossing demons with ease in the flame
He take a Heathen and seat him as king
Who you know like that?
Do you know my dad?
I ain't got no debt
Soon you gonna find that
Womb I was like that
Move like a line back (Move like a line back)
Ima on site threat
Green means fight back
Ooh I'm hype now
Smoke em no cigarette
Ooh they afraid
Saying yeah he like that
Don't need Gold
I got better
Jesus in control
Ima sold little fella
Bold little fella
Too cold little fella
Ice on North Pole
Shine on my soul forever

But then again, I can't even front like I ain't born again
That life of sin, scrubbing off of me like I got suds again
That blood again, pleading out the name of Jesus once again
I'm coming in, approaching to the throne like I ain't got no sin
It's really crazy how (it's that new generation)
Bringing in them choppas and we shooting up your camp again
Sounding like Chewbacca when them bullets hit them demons in
Running with my brothers we all toting with them bling-thing-things
Pulling on that trigger demons dying hear the choir sing
Hear the bells ring
Hear the pastor sing
Enemy attacking they get kickback with that heavy thing
With that drummer thing
With that praise team
Finna hit his top, send my prays up to the top
Satan losing by a lot, we keep spinning on your block
Ain't no dribbles with this shot, got some covid in my Glock
Leave them sick without no doc, yes my brothers pray a lot
All my ops is getting popped, like they mouthing off a lot
Turn the beat off make it stop
That sound like the ops got dropped, it got quiet when they stopped
That's the life of the hard knock, generation sending shots
Put them in coffins, that's a box, that's two day shipping where it's hot
If I repent that means I stop, can't turn around remember Lot's
And if I die before I wake, then it's my life that Jesus takes
This generation making waves, if you a soldier let's hear you say

It's that new generation
Devil's eyes on me he gon have to turn the station
He don't like the noise that I'm making
Hands up for the sinners who need saving

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