Priesthood Collection - Look Like God (feat. TrePeace)

So many try to impress, best dressed
Look good, look hood
I'm just trying to look like God

Chosen vessel, chose to roll with the fleshful lusts
But still blessed so I guess I'm special
Nah I know it but I need to start showing it
And living it cuz things I'm reaping, I must be sowing
Blessings coming I must've been slowing it
All them chances that done came
I just kept on blowing em back
Trees was sellin I just kept blowing a sack
Bottles poppin, I just kept throwin em back
And they say to keep ya eyes on the prize
But vision crossed feelin lost in these days and times
I might black out in a daze sometimes
I'm just thinking bout my ways how they changed through time
It's really God that done changed my mind
And rearranged all my ways from them days of crime
And He told me
When I'm caught up in a maze I'm fine
His lights show me the way out I'm fine

So many try to impress, best dressed
Look good, look hood
I'm just trying to look like God

Had my face in the mud, crawled under the wire
Baptized by the blood, after tried by fire
See the scars on my arms, over face in a stance
My defense to the blows, protect me Lord in advance
Been sitting on hits, 7 years shut down
Both the momma and daughter lookin, my age right now
Troublesome when I try
Mirror mirror the King
If I day then I wake, may the Son be in dreams
I'm in a mode focused, God token, aroma potent
Black hoodie, skin, hunted by the former potus
It's a different cloth, I'm cut from, did you notice
Praying for the souls, where they say they don't want us
Pray you see the God in me, Mary Mary
He was present, tried killing my dreams, obituary
But my life is in His hands, Alive, no cemetery
Sparks fly, haters put in reverse, help em Terry

They liked her Prada, but baby I'm a piranha
Eating up the track, like I'm the Don-Donna
Hoping that I'm down, out, I'm a road runner
Fire shot up in my bones
Yeah, Jehovah Shammah
True religion got me lit like my number one stunner
Was, Jane doe looking for the quick come up
When Jesus stepped in, Jane the baptist me in
Then, showed me the fields
Told me wait and be still
I took a seat in the back
And he called up front
Christ told me to run, to make the mark, the Son
Now I'm looking for the ones that look just like us
For the throw-away kids
Tryna make it and live
Finding comfort in the street but you still at risk
And forgotten by the world, God's still in the mist
You're known
Christ still interceding at the throne
Pulling for you
Praying that you Find your way home

So many try to impress, best dressed
Look good, look hood
I'm just trying to look like God
So many try to impress, best dressed
Look good, look hood
I'm just trying to look like God

Made in his image, everyday I'm repenting
Beige off white linen, Until the grave when I'm finished
My name is diminished, I was brought with a price
Left the enemy behind, yeah his offer was slight
Just observing the world naw its not right
Like a left hand your best man trying to knock your wife
They denouncing religion saying God not white
I figured He greater than color
Maybe I'm not bright
Culturally beefing and opposite teaching who we reaching
And most of my hurt come from church excuse me deacon
Judging my appearance, condemn me cuz I'm reaking
What happened to the love the church suppose to be preaching
This world so seduced by the way they living
They robbing from the culture but they not giving
Back to the resources, nah, they just sitting
That's I'm riding With God, I claim his linage

I'm just tryna look like God, U Tryna look like me
In a fresh pair airs I'm somewhere up there
Walk with faith walkers, talk with faith talkers
More than a figure of speech, It's what my life offers
Tell me what ya life like, mines is real
Everything signed and sealed
Deliberate worship, tears filled my kerchief
It never feels good, but believe me it's worth it
Walking on water, It's all back in order
Faith over fear see that fear getting shorter
I never let life trouble me
Greater is the one that dwells within me
See I dwell with the Son, He and I are one
Stand in the sun but I don't need no tan
Back with kick, kick back like Jackie Chan
We just tryin to look like God, ya know

Written by:
Danny Lee, David Bradley, Kevin Boston, Patrice Turner, Ryan Ellis

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