Lyrics: Jhavon Russell
Music: Jhavon Russell
When the praises go up the blessings come down
When the praises go up the blessings come down
Hallelujah
(Yea yea)
Hallelujah
(Yea)
Hallelujah thank you Jesus
I caught another body…
This a body like an autopsy
When it rains it pores (poors) that’s Reaganomics
While the world is psychotic
Found peace in a asylum
I’m not a vegan, I’m beefing, Carne Asada
They forgot ima dog, Chupacabra
My praise has turned into the salsa
They want the raw Russ who’s a warrior I’m so noble (Nobu)
I’m in the spirit ready to fight Ki Goku
I’m in no mood to spill Blood, instrumentals cycles, wordplay & it’s flowing like a flood
A nudist
Death to the flesh it’s Anubis
Jump to conclusion get ya crew flipped
Next level above Karen is Suz…. Man
I’m going back to Jerusalem to say the son is alive with a toothpick
I land (island) shots it’s gonna be wet I’m in Aruba
All white P1 McLaren that’s a Cool whip
They left me hanging like ima nuisance
It’s too blue to go outside, that’s two crips
Smeared the blood on the wall it’s getting gruesome
“Don’t be cruel” I’m Bobby Brown wit the grey suite
Jesus’
The same color as Whitney Houston
Who you foolin
Finessing sick days like Ferris Bueller
This ain’t just kick flip but it’s off a scoota
I’m speaking to your soul & your Medulla oblongataaaaaaaa
Try to get me
Honestly witty
I’m not pretty
This ain’t Scripted
I got secrets about my past that are encrypted
With this hairline
Whoaaa
Looks like the crypt keeper
It’s getting funky like gym sneakers
I’ll go no hands on a ten speeders
I’m still preach from Feesers, but I’m not a pastor
Heaven bound
If I die no sores (dinosaurs) this ain’t jurassic
Classic after classic
Wit this soul food we finna feed the masses
Before (four) I (eye) was a Christian I wore glasses
They didn’t get it sit still
I got 4 eyes on a statue
Don’t clap back, I’m clapping at you
Judge me if you want but it better be from Mathews
Scars on me I start wearing like a tattoo
I’m nutty wit the bars
All I eat is cashews
If you owe me money I won’t attack you
God will handle it if it’s past due
I’m not Biden so I won’t tax you
The Bible what I go by
That’s my blueprint
I guess the jigg (Jigga/Jay-Z) is up
I’ve been overthinking since a sippy cup
Thought I was getting bread but I was eating crumbs
My gums was yappin
Bank account was Casper
My words were captivating but my heart was corrupt
Said I was a man of God but never stayed in touch
I was a fraud social media was a crutch
Said I didn’t need him but I wasn’t enough
Found out at the end I was doing too much
Was a roach in the ashtray I’m just being blunt
When it’s time to turn to God there’s no way to run
HUH