IT WAS DONE (feat. Aable)

Who took the L and leave?

Who took the shell and breathed?

Do it all live and scoop up the fam with steez?

You oughta cop your keys

Living that life like

Every night my last night, every beat my last bite

Glisten on the wrist and drip, naw graphite

This that lo-fi with Most High good good

This that klondike with

Yo, chill

Chidori sparking while demons are marching

We painted as targets and come from the east

Kyojuro fire, we burning through tires

I do it for weirdos, the nerds and the weebs

This whatcha need, this watcha want

Show you this life is just episode one

Steeped in the brew, in the heat we renewed

On the T, yeah He said it was done

Yeah He said it was done

Yuh, this be the one

This be the one for the come up and Kingdom to come

Uh, mama we won

Mama we won, know the Lord heard you pray for your son

Uh, run up the funds

Run up the funds, let em eat we ain't leaving no crumbs

Yuh, word to the Son

Word to the Son it is finished, He said it was done

Til breath, depart my lungs

I take my blade, and seek the Son

In life, I lead

In death, we won

That flame, that heat

The light, the Son

Phase 1, complete

Now beginning, phase 2

Yea

He said it was done that's the final word

I wonder when we will finally learn

How dare we not ever "look at God"

If we vain (vein) it's easy to find the nerve

Love to share Holy Ghost from the stage

But become a whole ghost when it's time to serve

Oughta be grateful for all the grace

And the fact what He paid wasn't reimbursed

See what I saw was the teeter totter

We tryna walk in that freedom proper

All of my skills come from the Father

If I'm ill (eel) then that shouldn't be a shocker

Wanna see peace up in the streets but when it's beef

They show gun (shogun) like the Osaka

All of that over some silver/copper?

Man get out the way, we ain't get out to play

Tryna get right (write) got my pen out today

I remember times when I went out to pray

Saw God move make a friend out the clay (friend out the clay)

Friend out the clay, house of the Lord I don't rent out the place

First show hearts then I send out the ace of spades

Watch God cut through the games

When He come back and He rule in His place

You gon' catch me at the gates like I'm waiting for a plane

It's simple

Young boy carrying the name

and that's in & out of state with the Spirit in my frame

The temple

All my fights are mental, led by the Lord He write my story in pencil

His ways a stencil, ways essential

He give me the plate and the right utensils

I'm done