Grain In The Sand

Chad Jones-

I bet you hate God, klu klux. You'll a fake god, you sucks. Phase God you still dirty, he ain't buried in a suit tux. God's way bigger and you way smalls. You was lil' kid ain't waist tall. Live salvation on the team, why you trying to play baseball. Bro, Bro you'se a fool, you ah grain in the sand in the hour glass. All us dirty like dudu power, you should check in our past. Time zone or history what's get me you can't smell stank. Sin worst than loud think you swam around a septic tank

Tony Tillman-

Well they hearts dark and they heads big he think he tight cause he riding in a maybach benz, so they blaspheme the King they forget that He was still Lord way back when. Before the big bang doing big thangs His name was still the Almighty way back then, so go ahead laugh now but cry later when He return to slay that grin. He set the sun in the sky it's perfectly shining it's rays on the land, the order of planets were made with His hands and the order cannot disobey His command. Look what He shaped with His hands, He made it all then gave it to man. So get it right, He's God homeboy and you're just a grain in the sand

Pro-

What's up, big mouth, big talk, big game
Teacher pet, taking aim, pop the tech, you ain't playing mane
You wrist froze, ice cold
Flexin hard, you make big dough
Rim size, like 24
Cats trip, you pull a kick door
But yea ain't talking bout nothing
Yo mouth still running but you ain't big at at all
See the father up in heaven
Can eradicate the planet with a thought and erase us all
Try to play but you small boy
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You don't start, you a ball boy
Christ king and he tall boy
Bow at the throne cause he raw boy

Canon-

Pulling up in that Lacki, add a 6 on Top of them dubs, yea the candy paint coat tacky, but the block is out to show love
Driving right past a copper, wit a bottle rolling full of that vodkas in yo trunk blasting
Everybody come around when he park it
Fellow fellow might wanna change up posture
Somebody comin soon with a change up
Your soul
Would never be satisfied
But a brother still stuck on the same stuff
But time will come up and clock ya
Pop ya like redenbacher
You can huddle and try to give a rebuttal but the father above em will
Coming to cut em like pasta