Looked At The Grave ft. K. Cartel Lyrics

I looked at the grave

I got this faith

I'm seeing the hate

I meet it with Grace

Ain't duckin no smoke

I mean what I say

I'm clutching the toast

And leavin the plate

I feast on the bread life

And season the steak

I went from milk to meat

Gotta keep up the pace

Even the devil got opps

I teamed up wit K

The K gotta beam, bro keep me away

Blood in blood out you aint leavin the faith

We really came from the mud

And dream of this day

I Heard about such and such, how he's leaving the faith

God don't plan Bs maaan…not sheep it's a snake

Ima black out

Christ catchin bodies got it packed out

Clip filla truth like black card

I'm finna max out

God held the kid down so long

I had to tap out

Got my face in the truth like book worm just hashin it out

Flesh gotta vendetta

Shoulda had God right at the front I would been betta

Lets keep it P what do you see whole lotta trend setters

All of these gurus

Whole lotta drip

And all of this sin pressure

I looked at the grave

I got this faith

I'm seeing the hate

I meet it with Grace

Ain't duckin no smoke

I mean what I say

I'm clutching the toast

And leavin the plate

We ain't cutting the code

We stuck on this narrow road

And ain't gonna fold

Rain sleet slow

He carries the globe

Gotta fleet fulla souls

Gotta keep to the code

If its pressure you know that we wit that

Cannon on me gotta kick back

Take the breathe outta demon like tic tacks

Not taking no breaks not a Kit Kat

Boy you know how I get when it come to faith

We ain't going for nothing we tapped in

Loaded with truth so we strapped in

Couldn't pull in the front so we backed in

I wish a hater would try to tell me Christ was Cap

I'm coming for your hat get you sacked like warren sapp

Beatin down yo block not with glocks this be truth

Knock you out yo socks stand on rock nothing new

Conscience it play with my conscious

I'm beating that body til bleeding unconscious

Blow after blow like we stuck in a mosh pit

I'm ready for war like that pit was my target

Bro this a banger fa sho

Steppin for Christ cuz that's all that I know

66 for the cannon I'm ready to blow

I ain't going for nothing

I move with the ghost

It's a hole

Whole lotta drip

Covered in blood but I'll preach to crip

Tell them there's grace every time that they slip

Gotta repent and you give it to him

I'm rooted In Christ so I'm meek not a wimp

I carry my cross so I walk with a limp

Stay true to the word hold it tight with the grip

I looked at the grave

I got this faith

I'm seeing the hate

I meet it with Grace

Ain't duckin no smoke

I mean what I say

I'm clutching the toast

And leavin the plate