Текст песни 444+333 (God Is Perfect) - Ty Brasel

This is all for you, 94 I️ came forth
To a rude awakening, foreshadow my death But my destiny was foretold
Soul foreclosed
Guess that's why Lucifer haunts for me
I'm blessed
14 standing at a fork road
With 4-bars and foreign cars
And fast money, uh huh
I️ foreseen the spiritual
Angel on my right saying don't go forward
A miracle
Devil on my left with a fork tongue
Like biblical
All these Sinning ways been forced in
Uh huh
I️m fortunate That God chose war
And formed allegiance with me
Fantastic four, 4D, okay
I️ used to fornicate and foreplay
With hell's flames
Now I️m on the tv in 4K
Singing praise
Running up the numbers
Leonard Fournette pace
Flying straight past the outermost &
Forget space uh huh
777
God is perfect he reigns on from Heaven
Blessings rain down my head bow confession
Never can they stop the young prophet
From what's destined no no
777
God is perfect he reigns on from Heaven
Blessings rain down my head bow confession
Never can they stop the young prophet
From what's destined no no
Aye, look at young t on the move
Four stays at the four seasons
Four shows in the forth-coming weekend
Singing the blues
They singing my tunes
Sing it loud for the camera crew yeah
40 days & 40 nights I️ lost sleep
The formula to afford this lifestyle fee
Never make the forbes list
But I️ forgiato shine
Prolly no top 40 hits
But I'm top four when I rhyme, yeah
God got the recipe
I'm just his lil vessel piece
They forging allegiance, man
I️ really know Elohim
Fortified in the fortress
This the calm before the storm
The forecast gorgeous yeah
Blessings raining down on me
Look up to the sky, hands in praying position
Look I️ can't explain this feeling
I️ need some forensics
Look at my revival
Think it's time for your repentance okay
777
God is perfect he reigns on from Heaven
Blessings rain down my head bow confession
Never can they stop the young prophet from what's destined no no
777
God is perfect he reigns on from Heaven
Blessings rain down my head bow confession
Never can they stop the young prophet from what's destined no no
Look it's young t, back at it still standing
From the ashes, I️ rise I️ arose from the damage
Blessed are you young ty man
God is perfect, and although the night is long
Joy always comes in the morning