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99 PERCENT
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Eluzai
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Let's get it
Making up my mind (yeah)
Yeah I'm tryna be more kind, uh
That's why I'm chilling on that grind, yeah
Give my praise up with devotion
Why you think I need more time? (what)
Reading scripts up on the daily
Got me ready for that climb
(Got me ready for that)
I ain't even hit my prime too
Ship it out, I prefer my gatorade (uh-huh)
Quench my thirst, nah quench my soul
When I just let God handle things
(Yes)
Demons flee when I call upon King Jesus' name
I ain't talking Metal Gear when I be talking phantom pain
Phantom slain
Ain't no spooky business but the Prophet came
PH lеvel trippy, getting drippy not a drop of rain
Push it to the scuba, wе ain't pushing for no jeweler
If we get it, hallelujah, but manure if we ever change
Folk only pull up for the sauce, this ain't Raising Canes
Difference 'tween uplifting up the broken
And then raising lame
(Whatchu saying mane?)
I just ain't about the gimme gimme
Christ was 100, 100, bump the 50, 50
He wiped my slate clean
Yeah, cleaner than Purell
That ninety-nine can't stop
Jesus Christ, he paid my bail
Yeah and I ain't raising hell
In fact, I'm raising heaven
Popping off like Smith and Wessons
Different calibers of blessings talking, talking
He wiped my slate clean
Yeah, cleaner than Purell
That 99 can't stop
Jesus Christ, he paid my bail
And homie do tell, do tell
If you got something on the same scale
Witness to the holy since like '012, what's up
Take my time with my rhymes, I gotta come up with that flow
I ain't worried 'bout the lyrics, Holy Spirit take control
Got my letters in that box, straight to Heaven that PO
I've been gripping on that grain, while God been gripping on my soul
Uh, I been out (mm-yeah)
Not for clout (mm-yeah)
Keep my Bible in that vault no Fallout (mm-yeah)
I'm repping Christ and you know that ain't no doubt
I plant a seed, and let it feed, and let God work it out
Work it out, work it out, the brodie busy see
I still find it funny how they call me Christian Freddie D
Shout-out to the 'cord, we tryna coordinate the infantry
And drop heat, like leather interiors in the Middle East
(Cook it up)
I know y'all hear that sizzle
We on our knees but y'all ain't ready for that javelin missile
The hammer back on epistles, I'm talking reaper in the grave
Ain't not a-ain't not a greater name
He wiped-he wiped my slate clean
Yeah, cleaner than Purell
That 99 can't stop
Jesus Christ, he paid my bail
Yeah and I ain't raising hell
In fact, I'm raising heaven
Popping off like Smith and Wesson
Different calibers of blessings talking, talking
He wiped my slate clean
Yeah, cleaner than Purell
That 99 can't stop
Jesus Christ, he paid my bail
And homie do tell, do tell
If you got something on the same scale
Witness to the holy since like '012, huh