Out To Win

Sivion: I gotta win. I can’t lose. I gotta win. I can’t lose. Yo, it’s what it is what I said it was, yall can have it but first let me set it up. Never drugged up clean when I wreck a club, fly when the message complete like I’m seven doves. Here comes another large competitor, who spit venom like a predator. But watch out the veta-red letterer blessed with love etcetera, match point serve you for the Crown call me Federer. Better luck next time test a rookie, stick you for the milk and the cookies. Ween you off that junk and feed you some meat from the Father, then wash it down with Living Water. Acting like some toddlers, I know I feel you friend, with your cute little cars and your wheels that spin. But in the end you gotta play this game to win, Sivion follow God not men

Chorus: I’m out to win. With God I beat the sin, never fall for the traps and the greed of men. I’m out to win. Jah bless the freedom in, take up my cross for the lost just to bleed ‘em in

Macho: Yeah I see many manipulators twisting the tried truth while the deejay hitting the fader. Huh, many intelligent debaters on microphone stages, televisions, and pages. So while I’m drafting up my phrases, I’m steady meditating on the everlasting Rock of Ages. While they fishing for their punch-lines, I position myself to give God the glory that was once mine. Therefore this competition’s irrelevant, battle predetermined so my victory is eminent, huh. I pen it in permanent ink, eternally burn for the King, I’m finally learning to think with Christ’s mind. Through God’s grace at his pace, ain’t the strongest or the fastest but the truth is what it takes. To get the W in this humanistic world might trouble you, Lord help me to take last place

Chorus: I’m out to win. With God I beat the sin, never fall for the traps and the greed of men. I’m out to win. Jah bless the freedom in, take up my cross for the lost just to bleed ‘em in

Manchild: Last second rock in my hand to shock part of a man, my team watching with an obvious plan. To knock it out the park positive to popular fan base, still begging my pardon quick and sticking on band-aids. They say give ‘em to Blake Griffin and make difference, pay a little pick up the pace the king cain’t witness. Feign interest a dynasty off the same writtens, paint a picture pitchin the change up that they ain’t hittin. They was pennin it permanent til the fame get em, now they Jimmy Johnson response is lane switchin. Yeah, cuz the pain still pinchin us, livin in a minute where the game’s never givin up. See, I’m aimin for the biggest cut open wound bleedin a legion out so we winnin tough. Deepspace fillin up and building up the Kingdom, keep the L’s to yourself we don’t need em

Chorus: I’m out to win. With God I beat the sin, never fall for the traps and the greed of men. I’m out to win. Jah bless the freedom in, take up my cross for the lost just to bleed ‘em in