Ty Brasel - 444+333 (God Is Perfect) lyrics

This is all for you, '94 I️ came forth
To a rude awakening, foreshadow my death
But my destiny was foretold soul foreclosed
Guess that's why Lucifer haunts for me
I'm blessed 14 standing at a fork road
With 4 bars and foreign cars
And fast money, uh huh
I️ foreseen the spiritual
Angel on my right saying don't go forward
A miracle
Devil on my left with a fork tongue
Like biblical
All these sinning ways been forced in uh huh
I️'m fortunate that God chose war
And formed allegiance with me
Fantastic four, 4D, okay
I️ used to fornicate and foreplay
With Hell's flames
Now I️'m on the tv in 4K singing praise
Running up the numbers
Leonard Fournette pace
Flying straight past the outermost and
Forget space uh huh

777
Yeah God is perfect He reigns on from Heaven
Blessings rain down my head
Bow confession yeah
Never can they stop the young prophet
From what's destined no, no yeah 777 ok
God is perfect He reigns on from Heaven yeah
Blessings rain down my head bow confession
Yeah never can they stop the young prophet
From what's destined no, no

Aye, look at young T on the move
Four stays at the four seasons
Four shows in the forth-coming weekend
Singing the blues they singing my tunes
Sing it loud for the camera crew yeah
40 days and 40 nights I️ lost sleep
The formula to afford this lifestyle fee
Yeah never make the Forbes list
But I️ Forgiato shine prolly no top 40 hit's
But I'm top four when I rhyme, yeah
God got the recipe
I'm just his lil' vessel piece
They forging allegiance, man
I️ really know Elohim
Fortified in the fortress
This the calm before the storm
The forecast gorgeous, yeah
Blessings raining down on me
Look up to the sky, hands in praying position
Look I️ can't explain this feeling
I️ need some forensics look at my revival
Think it's time for your repentance okay

777
Yeah God is perfect He reigns on from Heaven
Blessings rain down my head
Bow confession yeah
Never can they stop the young prophet
From what's destined no, no yeah 777 ok
God is perfect He reigns on from Heaven yeah
Blessings rain down my head
Bow confession yeah
Never can they stop the young prophet
From what's destined no, no

Look it's young T, back at it still standing
From the ashes, I️ rise
I️ arose from the damage
Blessed are you young Ty man god is perfect
And although the night is long
Joy always comes in the morning