for the father we will take gunshots
that's right my click goes hard
still got that reach in the car
we down like four flat tires in this race we running
y'all set that bar to the sky
well we set the bar to son
we down like four flat tires
we down like four flat tires
we down like four flat tires
we down like four flat tires
who can pluck us out his hands
i ain't self made or self paid
and tears that's what the debt gave
we nailed down to these crosses pullin' out splinters
oh well we call that junk redemption
we ain't just talking on wax
we sparkin' flames in the hood
used to that first 48? so we try to show 'em whats good
come sip that water we drinking
it'll make your life so rich
cause in hell its too late
so we hittin' every block
gotta give em' what they've been needing
when they see the god who's been the father demolishing anybody who dishonors him
better get low to the flow this i this the god y'all ain't seen
ch-chopping up sinners who been living in the dream man i pray you awake on his team
that's why i'm ten toes deep