Gotta Go - Dru Bex, Wande, Jeremy Rodney-Hall

Yeah look at my bros look at my face

Some of us know we living by grace

Look at my pose look at my stance

I’m ready for the whirlwind this isn’t by chance

Devil throw us over Devil got plans

But all I really know is I’m in God’s hands

Still I gotta fight throw up those hands

While you was on the gram showing off bands

I was on the grind learning how to fight

Other enemies roaming in the night

They want take the wave leave me all dry

But they are not flesh let’s get it right

Demons on staff left to the right

They always on task especially at night

I was on path but then they arrived

I was headed up with the best of my flight look

Don’t get thinking you can judge me

Don’t be looking at me strange

If you ain’t praying for me don’t care what you say

Got no time to play, I got places to go

Gotta level up, can’t stay here no more

Gotta go, gotta go, can’t stay here I gotta go

Stuck in a rut but I gotta go

Keep on moving gotta go, gotta go, gotta go

Can’t stay here I gotta go

Stuck in a rut but I gotta go

Keep on moving gotta go

Gotta go

I fight a battle like Alamo

Shout out to Texas and Mexico, I find it kind of mechanical

I do a sin and repent then I sin and repent again

I know I should drop to my knees

I know I should call up a friend

(Dial tone & ringing)

I make the call around 10 call up my brother AZ

And tell him it started again

He tells me I gotta win, think of my beautiful family

Don’t lose it all cause of sin, don’t let your home be a casualty

Don’t be looking at me strange

If you ain’t praying for me, don’t care what you say

Got no time to play I got places to go

Gotta level up can’t stay here no more

Gotta go, gotta go, can’t stay here I gotta go

Stuck in a rut but I gotta go

Keep on moving gotta go, gotta go, gotta go

Can’t stay here I gotta go

Stuck in a rut but I gotta go

Keep on moving gotta go

No-no-no-no-no, gotta go now

No-no-no-no-no, gotta go now

No-no-no-no-no, gotta go now

No-no-no-no-no, gotta go now

Gotta go adios, vamanos amigos

No I can’t stay in this place, uhhh

Homie there’s levels I can’t mess with devils

You messy then get out my face, uhhh

Really I pick up on cues yeah don’t gotta sin

Gotta choose yeah

Devil he love to accuse yeah

Gotta be swift with the moves yeah

Higher things on my mind-mind

Sin be looking so fine hold up

Switch it up don’t got time-time

I ain’t crossing that line hold up

I leveled up yeah I faced that

I never whine like I graped that

I hit a swerve never taste that

Look at that grace I’ma take that