TABLES

[Intro]
F....FV....FVMELESS
Tables

[Verse 1: Hilgy]
Praise be to the God above Adonai
All I wanna do is love I don’t wanna fight
Why you coming at me telling me to get in line, I can see the pride coming up out your eyes I’m not surprised
How can I do this, you sound like Judas
Confide in the jeweler, I see mountain tryin' to move it
You live for the mula, that’s kinda cool I’m frying the noodles
You pray to Buddha, I bow to Yeshua, I ain’t that foolish no
I been on the road too long, the pro tools broke but folks need hope
They got anxiety but cope with dope
Why you think they listen to NF, why you think we go to service never hear the message
Attention span gone, the Instagram won
We give the bread off, for likes to get on
We build our kingdom, but where was God’s Son
I don’t need no spot at your table, I’m here to see His will done

[Chorus: J. Crum]
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Don't forget about the gain yeah
'f it ain't bout progression, better get it out my face
Your shook by your progression but we runnin' our own race
You can't stop the blessing, fam just get up out our way
We don't, need no, spot at, your table
My team vers' your team, you can't be my stable
We don't, need no, spot at, your table
My team vers' your team, you can't be my stable

[Verse 2: Hilgy]
I use to call people and they never call me back
Now they hit my phone like the minute they heard me rap, oh no
I ain’t with the nonsense, I’m a pilot you a Pontous, y’all are not my friends
Yea, imma run this race at my own pace at my table always say grace
Holy Father up in heaven, yea that's how we pray
You need faith to please God, reach out, re-route your way of thinking
What if I told you that you were jaded like Pinkett, if i drove a Lincoln would you think so different of me
Hope a Bentley and identity would never coincide
I think the enemy would try to catch with some flashy rolling by
Yea they want a piece of the pie
But I’m not willing to divide unless I give it to tithe
Y'all be acting so divine more like hypocritically
If Jesus came up to your table would you give Him a seat, sheesh
You act so famous, when all of that glory belong to Jesus our Savior
Don’t speak just save it, I’ll break bread for ages
Cause my table consist of J. Crum and Fvmeless
It’s Hilgy

[Chorus: J. Crum]
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Don't forget about the gain yeah
'f it ain't bout progression, better get it out my face
Your shook by your progression but we runnin' our own race
You can't stop the blessing, fam just get up out our way
We don't, need no, spot at, your table
My team vers' your team, you can't be my stable
We don't, need no, spot at, your table
My team vers' your team, you can't be my stable