40k by ErosFromZion

(It's Jadon on the beat)

We keepin' it 2000
woah woah woah

I'm bout...

I told you
I literally said no (This beat wavey)
you have no depth perception, dawg

did you learn your lesson?
No!
you not gon do that dumb stuff again
that's the problem, you are

I'm bout...
40 K in the air so i should count my blessings, right?
Broken English and theology lessons
Did God really make me black or is that just my preference
Mane, ‘less Holy Spirit breathe it, it’s egregious if I still confess it

I need higher education from a remote position
Which lessons we learning and which lessons we missing
Which tables we turning and which one's is we flipping
End of the day it still come down to the master's decision

well tell me how do you decide not to project you dejected
Cuz it ain’t nowhere round this earth sin don’t infect the protected
You looking crazy at the message but don’t know what you reflecting
How you gone look down on me from a posture you ain’t even perfected

Till you get that mote up out ya eye I'll be yo master splinter
Pushing a massive sprinter
Full of Jurassic sinners
You need the son
Cuz it's such a cold world, it feel like a massive winter
Steady freezing
Frozen chambers
Never bleeding
How you hold a stoney heart but so soft when the demons preaching?

(Come here real quick)

You suffer when your strongholds built up like a elephant
Perspective blurring when your lust becoming more prevalent
it’s evident when you settling and just meddling

(lil closer)

If that girl told you that she celibate why you go for the oooweee like she sell a bit?

Man, take that last line and just dwell in it
We say we want some heaven, then let em hang pride flags for the hell of it
seen em mobbin round the world and get g checked out they blessing
If you looking for His Holy gifts you can’t sacrifice all his presence, because

(He he heeeeeeee)

Ain’t no stranger
To making no heavenly bangers

He did it with Johnathan an armorbearer and a virgin woman with a manger

I’m making these bars for my daddy cause He saved me from the pit like it was a rancor

40k miles up in the air I see why they said Jesus might need him a tanker

God been really patient with the people, don’t tell me that he too violent

Overseas traveling vagabond
somebody please count up my mileage

If you ain’t a Holy Spirit fearing Whipping pilot get out my plane you ain’t flying

Frequent flyer miles go to my potna cause you know that he driving
100 the way that he driving (vrooom)

Yes, we got a place
And we all got a race
But what does it mean to thee

Yes we all look for joy
But the way that looks to you
To me is a mystery

Whistle, ahhhh
Let’s keep it a stack
I would be lying if was abiding to demons attack,
Hyenas collapse,
when I go Mufasa I turn to the father we often-

Let’s keep it a stack
I would be lying if was abiding to demons attack,
Hyenas collapse,
when I go Mufasa I turn to the father we often-

Hold on, Hold on, woah, woah
woah, woah, woah
slow your brakes
I haven't even hit record yet

Let’s keep it a stack
I would be lying if was abiding to demons attack,
Hyenas collapse,
when I go Mufasa I turn to the father we often collab
I run with the wolves, me and my homies we coming together and making a pact
How can I lack, when I’m locked in my real dawgs that follow they path

A day in the life!!!!
This Amadeus delight
He told me follow the light
and not many men would give up they vices of sin
I know that it’s not for the weak
But I got a plan
I hoping my guys understand it
tryna become better men
And I got some friends who praying I overcome failures
they seen me start from beginnings

Record like Guinness
I’m into breaking the gyms and recognize all of my fitness
Sinners redemption
I’m tryna save face and save genes to bear all my children
Pillars to winning
I got a few, and what u gon do when they start revealing
I’m meant for healing,
I’m meant for sermons,
got plenty tables hope they start turning,

No bridges we burning unless you satan then we gotta burn you
Love all my loyals, know that they earned it

no usher confessions
I'll talk to the usher and dap up the reverend
I’m glad to be here, glad to be chosen and glad that I’m destined
God is my savior and God is a blessing
I feel like a Gladiator with the weapons
and Let these words fill you this art is a blessing

Yes, we got a place
And we all got a race
But what does it mean to thee

Yes we all look for joy
But the way that looks to you
To me is a mystery

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