Rhema Soul - Champion lyrics

bu*ta p verse: If i was to ever let go I'm insured like the gecko I'm promised a greater saving By the one who gave his life so Cue the music maestro Let the games begin My fathers the ultimate fighter, it's in my blood to win I'm coming from the bottom but my place is at the top We're beyond the stage we rock above the clouds is where i'll stop Never working on a delay rather working like a relay Hand it off to next in line that be us the cheers like "hooray" While others be like "who they?" Hoping that one day we leave a mark as high as blu ray Even though it's true we've been blessed too face the blue days God has kept on his two way, now we waking up like new days Off the top like toupee's You cannot deny us, they tried us but we are wired Prized fighters, we on fire gave our lives so call us lifers He is so much higher worth the fight i'd rather die If i ain't trying then i'm lying and i'd rather just retire K-nuff verse: People ask me why we, keep doing this proudly Or how we deal with no deal like howie Oh how we've been putting the work in, so much so when i rhyme Often at times i tuck my shirt in Yeah, i'm steady waiting For the day, you come to see your favorite group perform and we are they; plus we are saved It's in the making, ever since creation, purpose lives in every life an ours is for the taking Was never into baking, no need to get the cake in If we just keep it hot the dough will rise for the occasion It's so delicious My daily bread is my nutrition So i indulge in the word like bulimic's into binging I'm an independent artist with a message That the world ain't trying to hear so just as good as yours my guess is As far as if this will ever come to pa** They say the best is yet to come, i guess we're blessed to come in last Juanlove verse: So little time, so many mics, and so much is undetermined So many souls holding to gla** hearts and their brittle minds Some day's perspective is lost, and some nights i'm so encouraged Up soaking up sermons determined you can't belittle mine Turning and tossing and burning no flossing it's a burden Crossing river jordan with no staff my flesh and stomach churning Some day's perspective is buried beneath the piles of rubbish Or like a bum soaked in oceans of bubbly and bourbon That's when the morning shows its face like a newborn Disturbing me like a new dawn and itching to wake me from my sleep I turn the other cheek hoping i'll never have to rise But then this vision reemerges and i'm on my feat It's like this tug of war, no mask inside my dresser drawer But i stand up like a matador, gotta understand that less is more Less of me, less of the ways that lead men to the grave I'm reaching pa**ed the sky to grab a hold of what my father gave