[Hook: Bumps INF]

Got yesterday in my brain, the monotony is insane

Feeling like man I'm never gon' change saying uh oh

Got yesterday in my brain, the monotony is insane

Feeling like man I'm never gon' change (feeling like)

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



[Verse 1: Bumps INF]

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 (ooh)

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



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[Verse 2: GemStones]

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



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[Verse 3: Bizzle]

Living in the U.S.A, it's like a war when the Lord here

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 You

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 rain

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



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