Bangin' - Şevin, Zaydok, Bazooka tha Disciple

Yeah yeah

C’mon Ahh!

Y’Know

That’s right

Bruh Yuh

Ahh!

Yeah Bazooka

I’ve been putting all of my faith

In the father’s promises

Exalted

But I give Him the glory for my accomplishments

And I’m just putting on

For the king and the squad I’m mobbin' with

It’s time to level up

Do it major like college scholarships

We take no izzels (L's)

This humble fella came to ruffle feathers

Comin' with a truth that doesn’t sit well

You sinned against God

When you die you gon' be in hell

But Christ can set you free from that prison

So give a quick bail

I’m hated by the world but I’m righteous in the Lord’s eyes

I’ve got the full armor of God on cuz it’s war time

Yeah I’m in the game for real

And I ain’t sittin' court side

In the lab spittin' bars

But them HOG’s call it pork rimes

This is the war cry from the storm I made it

To the shore line and the gospel made the corpse rise

Resurrected from the dead homie and I’m sure about that

I can put that up on the dead homies

I wake up and seek his face

Just know I’m on the way

Move around in the place

Where they aim for the face

I know Christ for myself but still I gotta be safe

So when I put on my belt something else on the waist

Second Timothy Two-Tray

Is not for play

If God shows His enemies grace then you okay

Pressure on my feet gotta preach what He say

Pounds on my knees right next to my jeans pray

Hop out a war’s on display reflecting Yahweh

We made in the image you hate

Imago Dei

Can’t kill him rather try the body ay

We been dead these limbs supposed to decay

Somebody tell death that we taught another day

Love my enemies but bet I make it home the same

If not in the presence of the King is where I stay

Many grams I’mma leave absent from the faith

A pastor asked me if Saved not soft means that we’re tough guys

Told him no I mean we speak Jesus even when slugs fly

Maybe I’m just like my father

Prince when the doves cry

The kind of mind to preach on the corner where thugs die

Them prison cells and that funeral sits where thugs cry

So we on the block with the gospel hoping to touch lives

What would Jesus do in the hood

Would be a tour guide

Don’t just step foot on the bus if you ain’t for the full ride

You mobbin' homie tuck the fear

Ain’t no suckas here

If it’s ruckus remember Peter was quick to cut an ear

Times are evil we love the people but we are cautious

Don’t run up in and rush em expect it and catch a hog tusk

We men of peace but my unit filled with warriors

Ya whole team will get smashed together like accordions

Doing my best to avoid annoyances

Because the only clappin' I wanna cause

Is just applause from an audience

For real

Aye

I’m going viral like I’m made of apps

And these are words that you could follow like I laid a map

Yeah

And this will embottle your brain in fact

It’s the kind that most will think they can swallow but can’t adapt

Cuz he’s making scholars from maniacs

We the proof

Want the truth hope you got on your training cap

Hand on the cross

It’s the boss of the razorbacks

And the way we play the game you should offer to save the stack

I don’t play with cats

Nor do I talk to or lay with rats

Loyal to the MOB I was offered a gang of racks

Cuz they found I was a Christian in they system

In the position to give them a loss and they hated that

Yuh

Huh

I’m a faucet the rain is back

I enjorneyed into Christ and got lost and then made it back

He saved me through the cross

But I’m a slave to that

I’m banging that

I told Him that I’ll take whatever came with that

Niggas talk a gang of crack

We could pull up on em where they hangin' at

Spit something fire and it ain’t a rap

I’ll pray it never came to that

Trust it

I got a fully musket

So heavy my relly upped it and bust it

And then it sprained his back

Hood nigga

Yeah I’m a rider it made me that

Time to hit the 9er game and go live with a Raiders hat

What I’m saying is

All of your idols is lame and whack

And on my momma nigga

I’d rather die than to pray to that