Verse 1:

How can I expect to rise
Unless I die
Ok give me a moment to go n testify
Nuthin but the chan of Yahuah I'm yet alive
So now I'm his abad til I rest my eyes
He called, I answered, I'm set aside
that was somethin I couldn't say in retro times
Was telling lies
In The Bonneville i would flex n ride
Looking for chickens giving out free breast n thighs
I would party n creep
Du rag under fitted to look hard in these streets
Walk past another brotha n I hardly would speak
Ice grill just in case a nigga thought it was sweet
HE saw fit I wasnt sparked with the heat
Another homicide victim in the coffin deceased
Whatever reason he done pardoned this sheep
So I sold my soul to HIM n I lost the receipt
(So what that mean)...I dont get no refunds
To go n leave the Most High now low key dumb
Enjoyed the pleasures of the world that was low key fun
But now I'm planted in Alahym no green thumb

HOOK:
Let me be ya son I can call you pops
Go n Put the mister in front if it you get all the props
NO ONE BUT YOU
Glad to be called a ahk
NO ONE BUT YOU
Yeah you all I got

Verse 2:

Aiyyo I rise n give honor to my head
Chief ruler Yahusha the first begotten of the dead
Hadu for a Lamad that's lead
By Alahym
And I got life in me
it could been a pine box instead

You woke me up this morning I'm glad about it
And I'm shouting
To the living mym everlasting fountain
Who is like Yah, get with the hills
Ask the mountains
I'm countin'
One by one and haven't found em

It's astounding
A wonderful story
4th quarter came thru in the clutch you was Horry
By shedding ya blood showed ya guts n ya glory
Had many of lovers yet none of em for me

Yea none of these gods, worth none of my time
You only was there, thru the worse of times
Put me up as a star my purpose to shine
So now I shyr ha shrym no nursery rhymes

Maybe could compare with Mercedes on how I ride the beat
Crazy how I give all my praises over to Alahym
The only one I got who fill the aratz n the shamaym
Forever put together our roster he made a solid team

Verse 3
Aiyyo, so-so I gotta give praise to him that's risen
To the Mashyach Ima slave
Like i been sent to prison
Runnin after his word
No longer chasin women
Gave me 20/20 in the Ruach he done changed my vision
Made in the image
of Alahym so I rule as one
....What you think is what you become
So Yahuah's son
Is drilled in my conscious
And beat in my mind
Looping drums
Aiyyo I'm out cuz
I'm throwin' up the deuces..one