[Breakdown]
We goinâ smash this joint
And make everybody wanna blast this joint
If itâs a party weâll crash this joint
And pray by his grace you could grasp this point
Yeah, we goinâ smash this joint
And make everybody wanna blast this joint
If itâs a party weâll crash this joint
And pray by his grace you could grasp this point
[Hook]
You just got saved, now whatchu goinâ do?
Whatchu goinâ do? Whatchu whatchu goinâ do?
You got a minute in the faith, now whatchu goinâ do?
Whatchu goinâ do? Whatchu whatchu goinâ do?
You just got served â¦
You just got word â¦
Now whatchu goinâ do? Whatchu whatchu goinâ do?
Whatchu goinâ do? Whatchu whatchu goinâ do?
[Verse 1]
In the Father youâve got this permanent spot
Which you cannot lose so you learn to just drop
Pray forever lean on him like a permanent sigh
Kick you are in his hands, you are not slick, not with
This God thatâs got grip, grip like a lock pit
The objectâs for this to get you open like a locksmith
And fuel you, you got power like a socket
Somebody him and not just study him like itâs hobbit
But donât vacate the cockpit
Thinkinâ thereâs an order pileup, writinâ with no pen you get no profit
You gotta grow, best bet itâs the drop-in
Give him 66 reps, yep they are God-sent
Listen close while I drop it
You get saved, but thereâs more than being just saved on the docket
You gotta grow like a whole lotta crop
This is the Sonâs show and he knows how to rock it
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
You ask if faith alone saves you get to kill
The Bibleâs got so much proof of this truth itâs ever clear
But to be totally truthful
You need to understand whatâs cominâ out my mouth and when the toothâs pulled
Some in the faith can be straight unuseful
Even a saint could be straight unfruitful
Few in a suit and they dance is strong
But only fit to be thrown out and trampled on
Get on your 2 Peter 1 and 5
Which describes the abundant lives of those who know how to run it right
You got faith, donât stop it there
The rock got a clothing line, rock his wear
With lots of layers, put on virtue and knowledge
Self-control, we got a curfew on eyelids
Weâre steadfast and affection pours for the saints
Thatâs how you know your electionâs sure
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Weâre left on earth to serve and not be served like customers
To the words on every curb like hustlers
You might have to tussle, but Jesus shows
He can mow any soul so men can be muscular
Every now and then the streets remind us
To be like teeth, you know teeth will grind us
We stay on the grind and we keep the blinders
âCause everybodyâs mind likes to creep, well mine does
Let your head down, wonât you stay awhile
Loosen your tie, your shoes on a gator pile
The standard is set
Righteousness ainât easy believe me, hope youâre planning to sweat
Somebody tell me how the streets got it right
Theyâre a carcass and darkness to see by the hype
We got the parchment itâs all plus we got a light
And we can walk when itâs hard since we got a Christ
[Breakdown]
[Hook]