DESCRIPTION:
Track from the "FREE MIXTAPE" mixtape.
LYRICS....

It ain't Big Meech, Or Larry hoover
And I ain't whippin work
Halleluiah
I'm In Booth, and In the Mood
To use my Medulla, Oblongata
For the Father - Lemme put you through at
The next line; Let's Grind;
Like Rex Ryan
It's Jet Time - Past Sin
And hit'em with that Flex Time
I defeat iniquity when I Rep Mine
Mine being Christ, Don't get it twisted
Like Tech 9
This is not a Game; Naw
I ain't rollin dice;
I left Sin, Cold Turkey
Like I'm bowlin strikes
But Not you; Naw
ClaimYou So So Gutter
Plus you stay In the Hood more
Than Cocoa Butter
Street Status, How you slap in on the scale
Weigh it out, break it up
Then you bag it up to sale
Ya Hustle is that Reggie and that White
Sacked Up
Jesus gave his Clientele his Life
That's love
That's love that feels better than a back rub
I knew I had his favor when I made the Might Math Club!
In 3rd grade. Just had a birthday
25 and still alive, and yes I'm blessed with Word Play
Haha! I'm not boastin, I just state the facts
Everytime I grab my pad, I'm trying to be the greatest at
Not makin Men Yawn so I fillet the track
Rainbow, I'm standing on His promise like a Razorback
Wait a sec. I left out a part for yall
Razorback, Rainbow, What noah looked off the Arc and saw
Every time that I start to fall
Or the spirit in me feels dark at all
I think of the Cross, Where he bled and died
And go to my knees like an Altar Call
This ain't pushin Packs. Naw this ain't Weed Blazin
Not BMF, and this Ain't Free Mason
No Illuminati; or Gotti this Is Godly
It's been a Mess since the fall, So this is leaf raking
Get ya trash bag, heft or the glad bag
If ye ain't doin yard work my heart hurts and that's that
Sin's price your wallet can't take a stab at
Accept Christ and get that Fee Nixed like Flagstaff
I don't need ya daps back, deuces or ya back pats
I'm hear to say a Half Act's a full cup of my Dad's wrath
Hell is hot; Man that ain't nothing to laugh at
And Satan Makes sure that Fire Works Black Cat