Uh, so, like, I don't do cheaters, hooligans Scallywags, shysters ,whippersnappers,
Dirty rotten scoundrels, or cherry pickers, man Let's get it
Verse 1
Who want it,
Come get it,
Jesus all over the track yea I give it,
Yea I spit it, yea I'm wit it,
Most importantly homeboy, yea I live it,
Uh uh uh Saints up in the house,
And I don't roll with nobody who ain't figured it out,
Got a team full of dudes who keep Jesus in they mouth,
And none of us is stars but we quick to take a bow, yea
Job well done, see I don't need applause from nobody but the Son,
Next round,s on me if you go and check the Son,
Applause that is, pause that kid,
Boy I'm a man I let childish things go,
I said good bye to yesterday a long time ago
No pinwheel spinnin on the top of my cap,
On the king don't sleep, and on me don't nap, yep
Chorus
They talk about how they do it big,
My God is so much bigger
Preach to both ends of the court to the streets of the Church I am a winner
I just can't serve Jesus halfway homie I have never been a cherrypicker
I get it in (I'm all in)
I get it in (I'm all in)
Verse 2
You go to church, who you kiddin,
You know the word, so does Satan,
Make sure I check my livin while I'm travelin tellin the world to keep they pivot,
Naw no phony in me, uh naw no bologna in me,
This is real meat it don't need cheese,
Don't spam mail me my spiritual feast
Yea Bon appetit ,say my own grace,
clean my own plate,
I don't need assistance to get in His face,
This is that Kingdom dna,
Abba Papa I do what he say,
Disobey coach you'll lose the game,
And me and you can't even be on the same team,
if our jersey's don't even bear the same name
Repeat Chorus
Verse 3
My crew is trues yea that's a fact,
No squirrel saints they double back
Talkin bout the crucifix,
Lord ain't a crew that you can't fix
No roadkill homies, we get to the other side,
Naw no chickens both hands to the sky
I envision precision mission of liftin up the throne,
And in order to do that the moles gotta go
