Bumps INF, GemStones, Bizzle - Run Boy lyrics

Got yesterday in my brain
The monotony is insane
Feeling like man I'm never gon'
Change saying uh oh
Got yesterday in my brain
The monotony is insane
Feeling like man I'm never gon' change
(feeling like)
Run boy, I run boy, I run boy till I'm gone
I run boy, I run boy, I run boy till I'm home
I run boy, I run boy, I run boy till I'm gone
I run boy, I run boy, I run boy till I'm home

Repenting to the Father
Still dealing with the sins of a father
The apple didn't fall too far from the tree
When the flesh go and check
Your boy is a monster
I'm just kinda used to being honest
When I don't put God over a dollar
Man the bar kinda dropping like a 64 bottle
(ooh) man you probably heard me on
The Martyrs in the Making
Talking 'bout how we don't be
Getting down with the fakeness
Whether it's grace or a great sin
Any statement that I made you can
Take it to the bank then
Drop bars like a state pen
Up under the law of a nation
Where you could legally kill a
Baby or black boy
Speak on that boy they call you a racist
But my Father is greatness
Literally the epitome of whatever great is
Pencil Him in as the definition of perfect
You see me working the purpose
Is to make Him more famous
So I'm running where my lane is
Still praying for the day when the pain lift
Yelling out maranatha, bless ya, come quick
Come quick cause I'm anxious
And my record is spotless, I'm a mess
I'll forget where my God is
Nevertheless I confess whenever
I'm in distress
I'm at rest cause I know that He got this
Still never broke a promise
Undefeated but He steady speaking
To my conscience homie I know God lives
Tell my destiny he gotta hold
The key like a locksmith

Feeling like I'm locked in a box
Feeling like I'm trapped in a cell
Every time I try to do
It on my own forgetting
That only the things I do
For God will prevail
Covered in the blood that was
Dropped from the nail
That was lodged in his hand and his feet
As He hung from the top looking down as they
Mocked Him and yelled I cannot go to hell
From the killer windy city shocking detail
Where the shorties be screaming CHIRAQ
And got they own dialect if you look with
Your eye intact it'll probably turn you pale
Pocket full of shells
Chopper bout as long a a Pontiac could smell
The kush burning from they Pelle Pelles'
Lift the den where the lions at on
The strip but they dying that
Don't get it till we lying back
With a bullet in our tail
Cool it with the tales obituaries
Honor the readers but they
Fool the one who make the ale we inhale
I'm receiving You Jesus I believe You
Died on the cross for
My freedom I believe the teachings
Receive 'em if you will
Every knee will kneel every
Tongue will speak up
There'll be a time when disbelievers
Is non-believers we'll be
Far too late in a season to receive Him
They let the devil deceive 'em
You was freed that day that Jesus
Died and payed the bill

Living in the USA
It's like a war when the Lord here
The enemy running a muck and we can see
It and nobody wanna do a thing
God Over Money do a bang
All glory to Yeshua name Lord they don't
Want us giving You the praise
They wanna put Him on a curfew
They believing it's too late
They done took Him out of school what's next
They gon' take Him out of church too
It'll be over my dead body
Whether guillotine or lead showers
I hear the feds knocking
The police run up on me if the
Lord never told me go in peace
I'm a bed rock you
Lord tell me what to do know
The death threats got me ready to
Lay a whole platoon down
Feel they got me losing my
Cool now but if You
Say I'll put my hands up and my tool down
Oh Father just what are we coming to
I remember vividly when they all
Looked up to You
Now they go believing every YouTube video we
Lose too many over new-school substitutes
They don't know the word never read a day
So they let the atheist tell 'em what to say
Or the pastor tell 'em if
They repent God'll give
'em a Benz if He don't they'll never stay
Want it now right now so they never prayed
They want it to fall right
Down like the metal rain
Everybody wanna progress but nobody
Wanna play a part
Of the process to a better way
I know we hardheaded
It should be good enough that God said it
But everybody wanna see the proof that fat
Mean greasy til they heart failing
I believe you