And Wut! - Şevin

Man up stand up

Ain’t ashamed to put them hands

They plan to ban us

But yea I’m a christian and what

Bossy man and we off the chain

Sizzling he often flames

Still the king and the cross he bang

Until the guillotine rip of me brain

Ain’t spitting no salty game

They really want to off me man

They peeling with faulty aim

Still in the grill like coffee stains

Stomping on anything tripling sixes

Looking for something a little different, this is

The spit is just vicious, sicker than syphilis

Hands down point blank it is ridiculous

I used to be a typical misfit

Now I pray to the same one I’m getting my chips with

It’s just like whipping a biscuit

And I ain’t talking dipping a dipstick in a pitcher of Bisquik

Yup, and roll my street, heavily Chevrolet slow mob creep

About four five deep, and we sho got sheep

And you know I eat, what I sow I reap

Hogged out and i ain’t changing it either

I hang in the streets with a gang of believers

Getting green like a corn stalk

I was born hot like I came with a fever

Jesus Christ protect me tonight

I’m trying to prove your life

In the war I freedom fight

Soldiers glowin' like beacon lights

Yup, I’m making dough

But I ain’t going to get my cake and go

You can hate but don’t mistake it bro

He favored us to save a soul

So saucy so real, so contagious so ill

More than basic the skill, rolling space ships on wheels

Motivating the tracks, home invasion on wax

Ya’ll done played with the rap but Jehovah’s taking it back

I fish so I sent the lure, this is a mental cure

Got to keep my temple pure

Let me check my temperature

Seven hundred and seventy seven degrees

You never met a predator well brother its better to leave

I’m eating everything ain’t right

Don’t come around here if your game ain’t tight

My men are pure with the flame they light

Many of them minister to gain they stripes

Campaigning to change they life

Can’t hang with the gang if the name ain’t Christ

If its about the rock then I’m with them

Seek out the flock and I’ll get’em

If you ever want to stop the devil up in his plot

All you got to do is pop the lock and I’ll hit him

I ain’t timid I be flipping through the different Apostles

On a mission just to give them the Gospel

The Son is the great one mister colossal

When it comes to the faith I’m stiff as a fossil

I’m a praise him any ole where you can sit in your chair

Man I really don’t care

I bang you won’t, Christ reigns you don’t