and The Daily Reason Lyrics

First things first, shout out the Lord

Bible on my side boy we gotta go forward

British lad I keep that sword

Like a deal in a store boy we gotta get more

Yes no stress, I follow the word

Love the 3 but we comin' in first

Discourage my grind man that is the worst

I pray to the lord and I rebuke that curse

Ayy ay, dropped out of college, I'm a little bit nervous

Like tryna lift your hands on a Sunday service

Father take my hand, take my hand, imma hold it

Taking my time, my time imma focus

Father I trust, I believe, I receive it

Walk faith by not by sight and we in it

God wanna test, so I wrote the letters in it

Producing perseverance in the city, I ain't finished

I fell away and astray from the game

But I started here so I might as well stay

I fell away the G and the book

But I opened it up and I read it today

Influence from whole society

Is what keeps me away

But the father brought me here

So who am I to ignore his grace

Ayy, Koto on a role like a fat man belly

I don't think y'all understand

Just cause I don't talk about

My passion doesn't mean I am

I don't need no fans I need

Friends to accept my plan

Father shed your blood, lay your hand

On this man that stands

Ay, we off and we movin', waste no time

More time for improvement

Music executed, I'm John Wick suited

Pencil killin' paper to make paper I am looted

Yes I'm bored, I'm laying in bed

Dreaming bout songs giving the checks

Dazed at work thinking what's next

Praying to the Lord with the

Lyrics in my head, hold up, ay

Shout out the Lord

Bible on my side boy we gotta go forward

British lad I keep that sword

Like a deal in a store boy we gotta get more

Yes no stress, I follow the word

Love the 3 but we comin' in first

Discourage my grind man that is the worst

I pray to the lord and I rebuke that curse