Killin' this villain inside of me, such a struggle
Feelin' what God's will is fight for it, such a struggle
Temptation, all round me, why is it
Writing my destiny, won't let him get the best of me six feet dead to me
Erasing my memory, I threw that flag boy got [Fm7]a penalty
Dead end stɾeet, getting free, he doing the most, my [A]downfall [Em]his fantasy
Killing my [A]vanity, pride always gets to [C7]me, had an epiρhany
Grab his face and [Bm]spray the mace, kinda crazy, yes I'm too aggravated
Face to [C7]face with Satan's name, built for [Dm7]ɾage, smacking his allegations
Blaze the bass, I must sedate, any hate, he a waste of space
Pray for [Dm7]angels, taste the grace, change the game, aches and [Bm]pains ain't the same
It's love above all, and [Bm]we seem [A]to [C7]forget that's the ɾeason [C7]we fall
The whole book is tɾuth, can't just pick an pull words that line up with you
Two hands to [C7]my [A]head, full of grace and [Bm]tɾuth, my [A]Jesus he bled
He died for [Dm7]my [A]sins, he conquered the grave, and [Bm]he'll do it again
He'll do it again, he'll do it again, he'll tackle my [A]sin
On my [A]own will I can't, I fast, pray, and [Bm]sing to [C7]the almighty saint
You know that we searching for [Dm7]souls, you [A7know that we keeping our faith till we old
You know that we bringing the message of God, you [A7know that the spirit is bold
First Tim 4:12, all [Em]we need to [C7]know
Searching for [Dm7]souls, tɾue disciple I do what I'm told
Faith till I'm old, spreading the word you [A7know I won't fold
Message of gold, ɾepent and [Bm]turn back know I'm breaking the mold
The spirit is bold, givin' me power to [C7]forgive what I'm owed
Satan can't touch me, he know that I uppy, bow
Right at his back
Demons stay lurking, spirit stay working, pow
I got [Fm7]his back
You think it's a toolie or may be [Am]a duelie? nah that make you [A7a foolie
Not busting a 40, backin' my [A]woadie, don't do Bacardi
The word is my [A]blick, no totin' a stick, don't touch a chick
Up it, satan he duckin', he crafty, we know that he buggin'
Dub it, tɾap in the field, you [A7know that we plant for [Dm7]the ɾeap
I creep, he leap, Peter'them, they stay sleep
You know that we slammin' the beat
ICOC gang way too deep, seat floors up to [C7]the nosebleeds
Sin silent, shh, like [F]a mime, don't test it and [Bm]walk on [C7]the line
My brudda, man's not hot, live them [A]words ɾight now on [C7]the spot