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letra de nah fr! - lazarus! (christian)

[intro]
yuh, huh, ch—
yuh (gang!)
haha, praise god, yo (gang!)
bah! aye! f-, fuh! aye! bah!
aye! bah! aye! f-, fuh! aye!

[chorus]
nah, for real
finna rock out with the steel
got the bible when i’m in the o (bang!)
eyes staying peeled, gotta watch out for the enemy
he tryna get me to fold (goofy!)
not cuttin’ the deal, jesus my ace
still got cards up my sleeve but i’m not gonna fold (nah!)
the word like a meal, when i woke up, i ate it
boy, it’s keepin’ me lean, i’m not pourin’ a four (yummy!)
i would just pour up the spirit, i got the spirit
answered my call like a phone (i did!)
look at me now, got me some hope
wearin’ a fresh scent like i stay on the road (skrr!)
the devil, he out there, puttin’ on shows like a camera-man
no, we not lettin’ it roll (tomatoes!)
the bible a k, bringin’ the pain like cameron
demons be runnin’, be gone (gang! gang!)
[verse]
had to [?] to jezi, i’m gone (right!)
snakes in the grass so i’m mowin’ the lawn (gang! gang!)
talkin’ ’bout god so you know what i’m on (yeah!)
[?] with the word, stick wit’ it, one day, i’ma be on (yeah!)
filled with the rock like i’m dion (yeah!)
i made a track then i send it to dion (yeah!)
runnin’ to god, get the l!cks in my tennis (yeah!)
back then, i was a menace on beats like i’m dennis (for real!)
right, i was tryna be the man like dennis (right!)
met god, now, i’m in his house like a tenant (i am!)
i’m in the church like it’s perfect attendance (gang!)
boy, i get to servin’ my brothers like tennis (yuh!)
i wanted that spot
i thought that i was a shoe when i ain’t e’en put on my tennis (yeah!)
i wanted that guap
i used to rap for the blue strips, i got a clue like a question (yeah!)
now, i just rap for the rock (yeah!)
i get to ridin’ on beats, ridin’ on beats like equestrians (yeah!)
lazarus, how you be talkin’ on beats? (yeah!)
how you be walkin’ on beats like pedestrians? (yeah!)
i put it all in his hands, movin’ the rock with both hands
i’m ambidextrous (not one!)
like i was just hot, gonna catch me a tan (hot!)
jesus cooled me down, boy, he gave me a breath mint
nah, for real
aye, ch—
aye, my god told me to chill (he told me to chill)
you know all these rappers ain’t ’bout it, ch—
if we bein’ for real, hol’ on (cap! cap!)
my god, i’m never doubtin’, my god real (yeah!)
talkin’ ’bout false gods
boy, who that is? ch— ha! (gang! gang!)
no, we don’t know that boy! ch— ha!
god gave me salt like soy (sauce!)
the bible is on me
the devil, he playin’ wit’ me, i got to pull out my sword (bah! bah!)
shawt’ tried to hit my phone
she talkin’ ’bout why i gotta ignore her (bye!)
just like tj, god gon’ open the door, i walk in, not finna force it
they think that they forcin’ my hand, they not forcin’ nun
i think that they misunderstand
they talkin’ ’bout “guap, guap, money drop”
wait, can you say that again?
that stuff trash! (garbage!)
not finna cap, please, don’t play it again (cap!)
my god great, ch—, i been seekin’ his face
ch—, can i get an amen? (aye! f-, fuh! aye! bah!)
[chorus]
nah, for real
finna rock out with the steel
got the bible when i’m in the o (bang!)
eyes staying peeled, gotta watch out for the enemy
he tryna get me to fold (goofy!)
not cuttin’ the deal, jesus my ace
still got cards up my sleeve but i’m not gonna fold (nah!)
the word like a meal, when i woke up, i ate it
boy, it’s keepin’ me lean, i’m not pourin’ a four (yummy!)
i would just pour up the spirit, i got the spirit
answered my call like a phone (i did!)
look at me now, got me some hope
wearin’ a fresh scent like i stay on the road (skrr!)
the devil, he out there, puttin’ on shows like a camera-man
no, we not lettin’ it roll (tomatoes!)
the bible a k, bringin’ the pain like cameron
demons be runnin’, be gone (gang! gang!)

[outro]
had to [?] to jezi, i’m gone (right!)
snakes in the grass so i’m mowin’ the lawn (gang! gang!)
talkin’ ’bout god so you know what i’m on (yeah!)
[?] with the word, stick wit’ it, one day, i’ma be on (yeah!)
filled with the rock like i’m dion (yeah!)
i made a track then i send it to dion (yeah!)
runnin’ to god, get the l!cks in my tennis (yeah!)
back then, i was a menace on beats like i’m dennis
aye! gang!
[instrumental]

- lazarus christian

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