Launch (feat. Patch Martin)

[Verse 1: Patch Martin]
Here we go!
Preach, but don't come around with that run around
These ears ain't ticklish
Hear ridiculousness
Gun it down, preach
I've been birthed out of that worse base
I'm alive in my eyes
See dead men in my work space
The worst case in a court case
Unless you're ace in God
Hell is way hot to them bars
Spit from the lips of the latest star
We strapped up with that new life
And hit you right in that heart
Where the sound you can feel
Bone chilling, kinda odd
Bear witness to the Butterfly Effect
We connected at the cross
Peep the light that we project
We've been reppin' from the east side over to the west coast
Rolling, and it ain't just some word when we zoning
We that bonafide lit generation
Extending invitations to the true and living greatest
God who made us - that be Jesus, preach
We ain't scared to say it, though
Shout out to the radio
As they begin to play the flow
We've been on this aircraft, cruising autopilot
Made it thus far
They ain't see it, ultra violet
Now, my bro is taking off from the freshmen of the year
He said time to put in work
I'm working on that fresh ear, what's up