[Verse 1: Patch Martin] Here we go! Preach, but don't come around with that run around These ears ain't ticklish Hear ridiculousness Gun it down, preach I've been birthed out of that worse base I'm alive in my eyes See dead men in my work space The worst case in a court case Unless you're ace in God Hell is way hot to them bars Spit from the lips of the latest star We strapped up with that new life And hit you right in that heart Where the sound you can feel Bone chilling, kinda odd Bear witness to the bu*terfly Effect We connected at the cross Peep the light that we project We've been reppin' from the east side over to the west coast Rolling, and it ain't just some word when we zoning We that bonafide lit generation Extending invitations to the true and living greatest God who made us - that be Jesus, preach We ain't scared to say it, though Shout out to the radio As they begin to play the flow We've been on this aircraft, cruising autopilot Made it thus far They ain't see it, ultra violet Now, my bro is taking off from the freshmen of the year He said time to put in work I'm working on that fresh ear, what's up