We don't do no sticky we don't drink no colt's  we higher than planes yet we don't do no smoke, these demons are twisted they know that we're gifted my bible its on me and my tongue goes ballistic,   the truth is just stabbing but we  don't stop  clapping   so many scriptures  they think that we're stacking,  born again so I gotta keep it holy,  everyday I'm praising like a ceremony,
In my dark days I'm praising,  cause gods just amazing,  demons just glazing,  while my Angles just waiting, no time to be basic,  sins have no traces,   the lord is the greatest,