Run

Yo know yo boy Crae runnin for the prize I’m gunnin.
The one that won’t rust or break all of a sudden
The Holy Spirit gotcho boy doin a dozen
Pushup Pushp, come on work it out cousin
I run from the flesh, it be tryin to ride
and I’m done with livin to get drunk and high.
I’m a son of El Shaddhai, the Most High
Who most def. want me to do more than get by.
I look in the sky and I’m sole inspired
To sprint for a God who’s my soul’s desire
My soul’s desire to run for Jesus
And give him all the credit like I run for Visa
I’m done with pieces. I found my dimes.
I run to the wife that the Lord provided.
And we’ve decided that we would run together
For God’s glory alone, homey, we ain’t lyin.
I run to the Word because my soul is thirsty
No runnin from affliction, thought they may hurt me
I do preach rad when I speak on mercy
And grace by faith, you can call me churchy.
Run. This yo race boy. Run. Don’t stop.
Run till you blood vessel burst like a clock.
Run so hard cuz you know why u run
Boy run, boy run, boy run some more