Testo Aye You - Pro
Testo della canzone Aye You (Pro), tratta dall'album Redemption
Everybody's on the grind
Hustling for something
So my question is
What are you hustling for?
I see you riding by so fly
Tell me what you gonna do when you down
Screaming out I'm like
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
So if you wanna know about life
I can point you to the one that gave me mine
Holler at me like
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Now let me chop it up with you
They paint life so many ways
I help you get a clear picture
It's hot metal fly out the barrel
It's still splittin'
You still tryna drink from a broken water pitcher
A cistern, grandma's not my concern
But why the hood killing folk and we still won't learn
Turn money to a god, causing homes at the altar
But it only lead to death, I suggest that we alter
What we put our faith in when life start to cave in
Then we wanna run to God like we need saving
What about now? Just 'cause you ain't on your deathbed
Don't mean that you done found life, you already dead
But the cross is the defibrillator
Shock your heart man, help you focus on the savior
So 'til they put your boy in a tomb
I'm on a soapbox yelling the truth, screaming like
I see you riding by so fly
Tell me what you gonna do when you down
Screaming out I'm like
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
So if you wanna know about life
I can point you to the one that gave me mine
Holler at me like
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Homey in the bed with his head on his pillow
Looking at the ceiling wondering how to make a killing
'Cause there's roaches in the living room
No food to consume and papa drinking to his doom
Mama working Walmart, his wardrobe from Walmart
Dare you say something about it, jog if you get smart
Full of rage, he conspire to get paid
Thinking if he up his status maybe that would be a way
Out, he see death all around him
Pulled a box cutter on the last person tried to clown him
'Cause money get you power, power get respect
You ain't felt high, nan one of them felt that
See that's the mind frame we were sent here to change
Instead of bickering on the boards, get on your job man
So 'til they put us all in a tomb
Let's get some megaphones and yell out the truth, screaming like
I see you riding by so fly
Tell me what you gonna do when you down
Screaming out I'm like
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
So if you wanna know about life
I can point you to the one that gave me mine
Holler at me like
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Excuse me, can I prescribe a remedy
That easily will set you free, Christ died for you and me
So if I was you I would turn
'Cause one day the sky crack and the judge will return
And when I say turn, I don't mean just to attend church
But count everything as lost and look to Christ for self worth
Your money, guap, cheese, queso
Use it to His glory, don't move 'less He say so
Your cars, job, shoes, clothes
Make it all secondary in pursuit of the Lord
Commune with a group of people that's doing the same thing
'Cause it's the body of Christ is what we use to make change
I don't grind 'cause I'm free, I grind 'cause I believe
And it's a me and other people that's doing the same thing
We hold to the same dream to see Christ glorified
And marvel at His greatness, see you on the other side
Credits
Writer(s): Derek L Johnson, Thomas Livecchi
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