Bumps INF - Run Boy lyrics

[Hook: Bumps INF] Got yesterday in my brain, the monotony is insane Feeling like man I'm never gon' change saying uh oh Got yesterday in my brain, the monotony is insane Feeling like man I'm never gon' change (feeling like) Run boy, I run boy, I run boy till I'm gone I run boy, I run boy, I run boy till I'm home I run boy, I run boy, I run boy till I'm gone I run boy, I run boy, I run boy till I'm home [Verse 1: Bumps INF] Repenting to the Father, still dealing with the sins of a father The apple didn't fall too far from the tree, when the flesh go and check your boy is a monster I'm just kinda used to being honest, when I don't put God over a dollar Man the bar kinda dropping like a 64 bottle (ooh) Man you probably heard me on the Martyrs in the Making Talking 'bout how we don't be getting down with the fakeness Whether it's grace or a great sin Any statement that I made you can take it to the bank then Drop bars like a state pen, up under the law of a nation Where you could legally k** a baby or black boy Speak on that boy they call you a racist But my Father is greatness, literally the epitome of whatever great is Pencil Him in as the definition of perfect you see me working the purpose Is to make Him more famous So I'm running where my lane is, still praying for the day when the pain lift Yelling out maranatha, bless ya, come quick, come quick cause I'm anxious And my record is spotless, I'm a mess, I'll forget where my God is Nevertheless I confess whenever I'm in distress I'm at rest cause I know that He got this Still never broke a promise, undefeated but He steady speaking to my conscience Homie I know God lives, tell my destiny he gotta hold the key like a locksmith [Hook] [Verse 2: GemStones] Feeling like I'm locked in a box, feeling like I'm trapped in a cell Every time I try to do it on my own forgetting that only the things I do for God will prevail Covered in the blood that was dropped from the nail that was lodged in his hand and his feet As He hung from the top looking down as they mocked Him and yelled I cannot go to hell From the k**er windy city shocking detail where the shorties be screaming CHI-RAQ And got they own dialect if you look with your eye intact it'll probably turn you pale Pocket full of shells, chopper bout as long a a Pontiac could smell the kush burning from they Pelle Pelles' Lift the den where the lions at on the strip but they dying that don't get it till we lying back with a bullet in our tail Cool it with the tales obituaries honor the readers but they fool the one who make the ale we inhale I'm receiving You Jesus I believe You died on the cross for my freedom I believe the teachings receive 'em if you will Every knee will kneel every tongue will speak up There'll be a time when disbelievers is non-believers we'll be far too late in a season to receive Him They let the devil deceive 'em, you was freed that day that Jesus died and payed the bill [Hook] [Verse 3: Bizzle] Living in the U.S.A, it's like a war when the Lord here The enemy running a muck and we can see it and nobody wanna do a thing God Over Money do a bang All glory to Yeshua name Lord they don't want us giving You the praise They wanna put Him on a curfew, they believing it's too late They done took Him out of school what's next they gon' take Him out of church too It'll be over my dead body, whether guillotine or lead showers, I hear the feds knocking The police run up on me if the Lord never told me go in peace, I'm a bed rock you Lord tell me what to do know The d**h threats got me ready to lay a whole platoon down Feel they got me losing my cool now but if You say I'll put my hands up and my tool down Oh Father just what are we coming to I remember vividly when they all looked up to You Now they go believing every YouTube video we lose too many over new-school substitutes They don't know the word never read a day So they let the atheist tell 'em what to say Or the pastor tell 'em if they repent God'll give 'em a Benz if He don't they'll never stay Want it now right now so they never prayed They want it to fall right down like the metal rain Everybody wanna progress but nobody wanna play a part of the process to a better way I know we hardheaded, it should be good enough that God said it But everybody wanna see the proof that fat mean greasy til they heart failing, I believe you [Hook]