PUMP FAKE ft. Battz Lyrics

I sleep light on these materials

Only hype about the Spirit

I say go I'm yelling clear it GO

Thanking God we ain't in critical

I got one book one faith

One kick drum bass

Yelling till the voice box crack

Lungs Break

Head might just fall off the top like a pump fake

Mosh pit one take

Head high the Son Saves

We got one mic one faith

Your God is better no way

Ya'll just love to hate that's poor taste

I don't really care about what you all say

I don't care bout materials only faith is residual

I just came out the mud the fact I'm here is a miracle

Ya'll could pass me the ball I pump fake and I hook

Yea they reading the book now the enemy shook

Only high off the Spirit and my lyrics you hear it

Yea we taking it serious they pass the ball and I clear it

I was underground, now I'm in the attic

God is on our side, yall don't want the static

I am an addict I'm rapping I'm spazzing

They feeling the tactics they wishing they had it

They was like no way

I just hit you with the pump fake

I sleep light on these materials

Only hype about the Spirit

I say go I'm yelling clear it GO

Thanking God we ain't in critical

I got one book one faith

One kick drum bass

Yelling till the voice box crack

Lungs Break

Head might just fall off the top like a pump fake

Mosh pit one take

Head high the Son Saves

I'm cracking the safe

Stand back it ain't safe watch me brag on the faith

(Faith, wait)

I'm blacking no cape

Cape Battz hand me the ball dog I'm back in the paint

(Paint)

Blood of Christ like a primer

God new life and it fit like designer

Used to think it was all just a fluke

Now I go back and I'm picking up minors

Out to the prison I kick it to lifers

Making a way any means I'm MacGyver

Gritty these streets I came out a survivor

So many lost and trapped in the fire

Got one answer he spares like a tire

You could be happy in sin that's a liar

Party in heaven you won't get a flier

Casket is fresh but you ain't getting flyer

I waited for Heaven to praise with the choir

Soul lit I can't get any higher

If you dig it you can cop, no wire

I sleep light on these materials

Only hype about the Spirit

I say go I'm yelling clear it GO

Thanking God we ain't in critical

I got one book one faith

One kick drum bass

Yelling till the voice box crack

Lungs Break

Head might just fall off the top like a pump fake

Mosh pit one take

Head high the Son Saves