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Jesus Christ We love you, God That's who we do it for, God Jesus Christ I gotta pray on the regular Knocking my hustle but shawty still climbing up They called me corny but they got to hear it Cause I make that music they mama love Would y'all get a load of this barnacle We ain't playing games This ain't a carnival Please don't bring up my sins cause they washable Peep the gang cause we moving some furniture They give me love, dapping me up 'Til that pressure hit the ceiling fan Boosting me up, call me the plug They be like Toston, girl, you the man They be like Toston, bruh, you the goat I be like Jesus keep me afloat He be the reason I'm merkin shows Got me in the club catching the Holy Ghost. All of that cappin and perping be sending me You really ain't who you pretend to be All in the camera pointing AKs and glizzys Aiming at your invisible enemies I ain't got a thang to hide I ain't trippin off working an 8-5 You can say what you but it's already written The revelation will be televised & If I'm carrying, I got a license to do it Negative energy: I ain't into it I know I been changed. Lord knows I been through it I came a long way and I don't wanna prove it Blocking your blessings. You gotta stop Praising his name till my body drop You bout that drama? I ain't in the mood Cause I still gotta work on my attitude I gotta pray on the regular Knocking my hustle but shawty still climbing up They called me corny but they got to hear it Cause I make that music they mama love Would y'all get a load of this barnacle We ain't playing games This ain't a carnival Please don't bring up my sins cause they washable Peep the gang cause we moving some furniture I gotta pray on the regular Knocking my hustle but shawty still climbing up They called me corny but they got to hear it Cause I make that music they mama love Would y'all get a load of this barnacle We ain't playing games This ain't a carnival Please don't bring up my sins cause they washable Peep the gang cause we moving some furniture God is good all the time Tell the truth cause the devil be lyin I ain't got time to relax and recline But I do it just to ease out my mind Gotta be choosy. This ain't a movie Brodie, I'm living reality God is the only one using me They mad cause I ain't who I used to be I get to bussin on the mic Church looking at me like I just done struck a nerve If it ain't godly I gotta swerve Mind your business if you see me hit the curb Already said that I'm on the move Look what that money will make them do Look how that envy will make them act Got them bending over backwards to ruin you I gotta pray on the regular Knocking my hustle but shawty still climbing up Okay Chest plate, Jesus Christ, of righteousness We love you, God