Aaron Isaiah - 7 BIGMACS
Fruits of my labor I reap that
Seed in the soil I keep that
105 BPM yeah I beat that
Gotta ring and I ain't gon' repeat that
Pray that these youngins quit talkin' so silly
This ain't Indie Tribe cause there ain't no big Dilly
Fresh and a prince but I isn't from Philly
I'm hungry and seven Big Macs ain't gon' fill me
Child of the Most High yeah I done been that
Truth never left baby this is not a comeback
Take away your breath got you askin' where your lungs at
Poison to the heart got you askin' where the fun at
Pain in the soul we just learn how to love that
But who finna teach us how to live right above that
Psalms hook it up gotta know where the plug at
Bad company got you asking where the rug at
Thought my name summer I got heat and the waves
I do this thang eazy but I ain't from the Bay
They swear that he the devil but his name is Lecrae
And capitalism got these jokers goin' insane
Aw mane I was runnin' with the gang
Till I met a lil queen who was down for a covenant let me get an amen
One heart one mind one flesh one life one of a kind
No dice but this a two-player game
Fruits of my labor I reap that
Seed in the soil I keep that
105 BPM yeah I beat that
Gotta ring and I ain't gon' repeat that
Pray that these youngins quit talkin' so silly
This ain't Indie Tribe cause there ain't no big Dilly
Fresh and a prince but I isn't from Philly
I'm hungry and seven Big Macs ain't gon' fill me
They just worries 'bout the method they don't understand the section
What it mean to be neglected what it mean to have perspective
Land of the Free but humanity sold separate
They keep a nine in the door incase the time get desperate
Pushin' parents first time authority get tested
Or the lack of a father somehow we see that a blessin'
Can't see cause only the masses that be affected
And publicity that trickle in when a figure address it
Covers of our conscious wonder what would happen if we undressed em'
Look your nemesis in the eye and proceed to just bless em'
Round the globe and in my backyard I am a vessel
Wise up and understand the fear of God is essential
We on for the offset got armor on my chest
And Israel poppin' from NY to Stockton
There's plenty of options and plenty of talkin'
Had to opt out from company who plan on just watchin'
Fruits of my labor I reap that
Seed in the soil I keep that
105 BPM yeah I beat that
Gotta ring and I ain't gon' repeat that
Pray that these youngins quit talkin' so silly
This ain't Indie Tribe cause there ain't no big Dilly
Fresh and a prince but I isn't from Philly
I'm hungry and seven Big Macs ain't gon' fill me
I got check
Up on death
Meant what I said
Thas a bet
I'm the boy who cried wolf
But the wolf is the boy and the boy
Got woke he no longer a wolf
He apart of the flock now
Him and God talk now
Serpent yappin' at his heels
Now he gotta talk down
Pride up in the sky man he had to get it shot down
Anointed in and out the pocket even in the pop sound
Throne room of grace with the King that's the stomp grounds
Cold facts homie we ain't playin' with ya top boy
Written by:
Aaron Arevalos
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