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Ayo, this the last one
For the High King, the everlast′ One
Everyone undercooked like it was half-done
Never backed up, or never backed us, so money couldn't trap us
Taking dudes to school like FAFSA
For the life after, laugh at half the cats they gas up
Wanna edit that trash, ayy, get that CapCut, dag, bruh

If you wanted the real, should′ve asked us, asked us
I'm friends with a Holy Ghost, ain't no Casper, fast for
Four days in His presence, my dogs, they gon′ lap up
Turn my valleys to Napa, who wanna be more Christian than rapper?
I ain′t got no master 'cause now I own my masters
Ain′t worried 'bout truth-telling, messing bags up
Spoke to the Left and the MAGAs, virtue signaling yappers
Rappers that′s really actors


And people that trust their politicians over they pastors, you know I'ma flag you
Pro life from the womb to the Gaza
Whose side are you after? We conservative with an asterisk
If you pass the glory of God, then I′m going backwards
Pray for every president, he wins, we win
But if you can't call him out when he sins, the end
Defend the men you should tell to repent
Only election saving us is in Ephesians
Come to the deep end, our faith here is deepened

Yeshua Hamashiach we depend, weak men
Act like He-Men, your ego is sheet-thin
Where the free men who really believe Him? Brother, lean in
Spill the tea that they steeped in
You don't know what folks doing in private, Epstein list
If we gon′ trust the powerful, then we trust Jesus
The blood of the Lamb will cover us, don′t get squeamish
We're fighting with demons, listen, the kids are watching what you say

God loves the people that you hate
The country more divided than we ever been, touché
Tryna tell ′em we're better together like a group rate
Brought up Beatitudes, now they want a new take
Take Jesus and make Him agree with everything you think
The grifting is too fake, the empire will expire, but who can′t?
Yahweh, no new way, better turn 'fore it′s too late


I'm the silent giant, won't see me flex
I am, I am the day that you could see me less
I am, I am starting to shine like VVS
Panini pressed, these liars, you gon′ see me next
I started a family, that′s how you see me flex
You chase anything in a dress like it's GPS
Fake deep, your fans think you playing 3D chess
Trust that they′re bringing receipts longer than CVS

Is anybody talking 'bout your indwelling sin?
And how we like to blame our neighbors for our impediments?
Sent to report in centers, get sinners deporting sinners
The sinners are still with us so we right back in Hell again
Satan won′t let us live, focused on melanin
Serving the planet for people we think we better than
Wrote to a moment of hope and hope that it's better then
AI ain′t new, this is artificial intelligence

Christ is the medicine, stronger fathers, wives, sons and daughters
Crosses over coffins, on our knees, we squabble
Make it better, live us, never quit us, forgive us
Living Water's like rivers, killing what makes us bitter
'Til Christ is glorified and life, the immortal kind
I′m in therapy every week, I′m trying to stay fortified
Confessed to 'bout four or five guys
If I let them dudes down, they′d be horrified, sin gotta get mortified
And I know I-, huh, I got more to die, huh
Write "Free" on my coffin, uh
His Glory Alone, that's all I got

Ay, this the last one
THIS CANNOT BE SOLD
And the moment that it can be sold, I′m done, fam
For real
That's the truth
And if you don′t like it
Pray about it

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