Sky grid collapsing, Dead folks resurrecting. I ain't out here doing those confessions. The strange ones worried about my messages. Ain't nothing really harder than a king falling down from his throne, Guess the grace ran out like a oil stove. Been going out to church since day one, and the pastors gettin richer than a banker. Gospel news broadcasting, Now all you see is those fellow gospel music.
Bola aquele beck na blant sabor cereja elegante de grif dentro do porsante Falaram que era traficante Sempre mantive confiante O topo já nem ta distante Deixei minha Família bem Meu irmão numa Mercedes bens Meu pai com a fazenda toda Os Faixa já tão tudo bem Sempre vamo além e nada passa