I know I don't deserve to touch the mic bro But this craft is something that I would fight for I'm in the lab with this pen and a pad Knowing I might finish last, that ain't really why I write though
Let's go back in time to '04 I met 116, quickly I was on board Fast forward four years, we on tour And we ain't know just what he had in store
But now here we are ten years later, flows got greater Bonds got closer, plus it's more haters Saying we just do it for dough, but they won't break us 'Cause the Lord we serve with the flow he is so gracious
And if they ask me why I do it I tell them it's the music of a movement Yeah I'm speaking for my unashamed crew That will never touch a stage but they're walking in his newness Rise up
If we all rise up That would be my dream We should all rise up And give a standing O for the king cause he's good
Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah We should all rise up and give a standing O for the king cause he's good [x3]
We went from bootleg tours to high quality shows From Crae making beats to high quality pros From riding in our cars to sittin on planes To tour bus rides, but the mission ain't changed
More fans in the stands don't mean we made it God ain't more pleased 'cause radio stations played it You know I'm prayin stay seeking his face So we not disqualified from the race
And my brothers, my promise me this If notoriety get the best of me make me quit And I'll promise, that I'ma stick By you and edify you no matter how it gets
And to the fans, please promise me too You'll listen to the words, believe them and go and do We do it for The Lord, but still we do it for you They ain't never seen the Gospel at work, show them it's true, and rise
I ain't retire but I thought about it I felt called to be a pastor, I'm all about it I see his glory in his word and I gotta shout it So I'm just trying to figure out how I can shout the loudest
Plus I saw it's hard to be a pastor when after The service you gotta get out and rap for the masses I'm feeling torn in my heart I had to pray My health is making it harder to find the way
But if I ever do leave the game I gotta leave them with something with meaning, I proclaim It don't matter if my name get deleted, what remains Is the mission, that ain't missing, which is lifting up His name
I read John's vision and it's plain Christ reigns, so I'm sticking in my lane Rap don't need me, Reach don't need me Christ don't need me, I'm limping cause I'm lame
But I'm carried by the one and only Healer Bout to transition, homie faith is getting realer I'm just waiting for my Savior to reveal a Clearer vision of the only "Peace-be still"er
I'm filled up, in Him, I'm still tucked in Him Once was lust driven, now I must trust the Risen Hey pray for your brother, cause I know that luck isn't The way I'ma succeed, nothing's up to luck is it?
Of course not, look I ain't done trying to make a change I'm just switching up the method let me make it plain I'm trying to find my position, I ain't forsake the game And the win is the glory of the greatest name Rise
Compositores: William Lee Barefield (Trip Lee), Gabriel Alberto Azucena (G-styles G-styles) ECAD: Obra #11085985