H.O.F. Freestyle

[Intro]
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[Verse]
By the time that you hear this, I'll be a year older
Another run of a circle around the sun
But it’s crazy, because the Son who I orbit around tightened my circle
And so I put prayer circles around my Son, uh
I remember them days of tag and scooters
Turnin' us to movin' them crack rocks and shooters
But I was lookin’ past the present and livin' in it
So I wanna tell y'all 'bout the history of the future, uh
Heads up: we win
'Fore they put our bodies way underground in containers
"God over money" the messagе till they detain us
Then it all hit mе like a train, that we some hall-of-famers
Yeah
I take God to every trap in my city, homie, we some hall-of-famers
Yeah
A lot of y'all who spit it never wit' it, y'all just tryna get famous
They had Bizz’ under a microscope
He chose God over money, and ended up wit’ 'em both
A love for the bread how I ended up with the toast
Money on your head have you endin’ up with a ghost (Uh)
They tell me God all in my head, a sinner quote
But when the flood hit, the wrong time to get you a boat
If Christ imaginary, then my imagination
Done more good than every real person you know (Ugh!)
I know when duty calls, I ain't talkin' gamers (Nah)
Tribe of Judah, we don't notice any lion tamers (Yeah)
Yellow jacket ’cause we active for the master
So if you put God over actors, you a hall-of-famer

[Outro]
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