Got yesterday in my brain, the monotony is
insane
Feeling like man I'm never gon' change saying
Got yesterday in my brain, the monotony is
insane
Feeling like man I'm never gon' change (feeling
Run boy, I run boy, I run boy till I'm gone
I run boy, I run boy, I run boy till I'm home
I run boy, I run boy, I run boy till I'm gone
I run boy, I run boy, I run boy till I'm home
Repenting to the Father, still dealing with the
sins of a father
The apple didn't fall too far from the tree, when
the flesh go and check your boy is a monster
I'm just kinda used to being honest, when I
don't put God over a dollar
Man the bar kinda dropping like a 64 bottle
Man you probably heard me on the Martyrs in
the Making
Talking 'bout how we don't be getting down with
the fakeness
Whether it's grace or a great sin
Any statement that I made you can take it to the
bank then
Drop bars like a state pen, up under the law of
a nation
Where you could legally kill a baby or black boy
Speak on that boy they call you a racist
But my Father is greatness, literally the epitome
of whatever great is
Pencil Him in as the definition of perfect you see
me working the purpose
Is to make Him more famous
So I'm running where my lane is, still praying for
the day when the pain lift
Yelling out maranatha, bless ya, come quick,
come quick cause I'm anxious
And my record is spotless, I'm a mess, I'll forget
where my God is
Nevertheless I confess whenever I'm in distress
I'm at rest cause I know that He got this
Still never broke a promise, undefeated but He
steady speaking to my conscience
Homie I know God lives, tell my destiny he gotta
hold the key like a locksmith
Feeling like I'm locked in a box, feeling like I'm
trapped in a cell
Every time I try to do it on my own forgetting
that only the things I do for God will prevail
Covered in the blood that was dropped from the
nail that was lodged in his hand and his feet
As He hung from the top looking down as they
mocked Him and yelled I cannot go to hell
From the killer windy city shocking detail where
the shorties be screaming CHI-RAQ
And got they own dialect if you look with your
eye intact it'll probably turn you pale
Pocket full of shells, chopper bout as long a a
Pontiac could smell the kush burning from they
Pelle Pelles'
Lift the den where the lions at on the strip but
they dying that don't get it till we lying back
with a bullet in our tail
Cool it with the tales obituaries honor the
readers but they fool the one who make the ale
we inhale
I'm receiving You Jesus I believe You died on the
cross for my freedom I believe the teachings
receive 'em if you will
Every knee will kneel every tongue will speak up
There'll be a time when disbelievers is non-
believers we'll be far too late in a season to
receive Him
They let the devil deceive 'em, you was freed
that day that Jesus died and payed the bill
Got yesterday in my brain, the monotony is
insane
Feeling like man I'm never gon' change saying
Got yesterday in my brain, the monotony is
insane
Feeling like man I'm never gon' change (feeling
Run boy, I run boy, I run boy till I'm gone
I run boy, I run boy, I run boy till I'm home
I run boy, I run boy, I run boy till I'm gone
I run boy, I run boy, I run boy till I'm home
Living in the U.S.A, it's like a war when the Lord
The enemy running a muck and we can see it
and nobody wanna do a thing
God Over Money do a bang
All glory to Yeshua name Lord they don't want us
giving You the praise
They wanna put Him on a curfew, they believing
it's too late
They done took Him out of school what's next
they gon' take Him out of church too
It'll be over my dead body, whether guillotine or
lead showers, I hear the feds knocking
The police run up on me if the Lord never told
me go in peace, I'm a bed rock you
Lord tell me what to do know
The death threats got me ready to lay a whole
platoon down
Feel they got me losing my cool now but if You
say I'll put my hands up and my tool down
Oh Father just what are we coming to
I remember vividly when they all looked up to
Now they go believing every YouTube video we
lose too many over new-school substitutes
They don't know the word never read a day
So they let the atheist tell 'em what to say
Or the pastor tell 'em if they repent God'll give
'em a Benz if He don't they'll never stay
Want it now right now so they never prayed
They want it to fall right down like the metal
Everybody wanna progress but nobody wanna
play a part of the process to a better way
I know we hardheaded, it should be good
enough that God said it
But everybody wanna see the proof that fat
mean greasy til they heart failing, I believe you
Got yesterday in my brain, the monotony is
insane
Feeling like man I'm never gon' change saying
Got yesterday in my brain, the monotony is
insane
Feeling like man I'm never gon' change (feeling
Run boy, I run boy, I run boy till I'm gone
I run boy, I run boy, I run boy till I'm home
I run boy, I run boy, I run boy till I'm gone
I run boy, I run boy, I run boy till I'm home