Forty8

[Chorus - Reconcile]
All of my dogs, my clique go running
Certified goons, man, them shawties go running
Frontline, one one six go running
50 plus 50, sure to keep it 100!
First 48, first 48
See lil bro from my hood, we're on first 48
People dying to sin, I'm seeing pictures of bodies
You might catch me in your hood, got my B roll and shot it

[Verse 1 - Reconcile]
Cross on my back, thank God all hands on deck
I left the world, they're going crazy, I'm not chasing the stacks
I need that grace to the max, I plead the blood on my life
You catch us riding in your hood, somebody's dying tonight!
Another suicide, hear the bomb, but really went from death to life
Falling over his body, staying to the side
But I ain't riding with that gang, I'm on that Jesus Christ
And I'm hollering "FRONTLINE!!!!"
My Lord, He died but He rose, I'm rolling with gators
I'm dressing in all black, like rolling with raiders
I tell them "Live for the Christ, there's nobody greater!"
We're in the middle of the hood, repping the Savior!

[Chorus - Reconcile]
All of my dogs, my clique go running
Certified goons, man, them shawties go running
Frontline, one one six go running
50 plus 50, sure to keep it 100!
First 48, first 48
See lil bro from my hood, we're on first 48
People dying to sin, I'm seeing pictures of bodies
You might catch me in your hood, got my B roll and shot it