Testo CAMPAIGN - KB
Testo della canzone CAMPAIGN (KB), tratta dall'album THIS CANNOT BE SOLD
Let's go
Huh
Yeah, uh, yeah
Crazy you think you gone stunt on me
It's humble for me, and I'm keepin' it lite
Walk in the light and if you want some advice
Keep drinking your water and keep God in your life
Saints in the building, if you catching feelings, I'll be out your way
Homie, give me the mic
Don't toy with His story, I write for His glory
His fame gone buzz light years at a time
15 years, still got a career
Did all that I wanted and I am content
Homie just told me if my color was different
I probably would be much bigger than this
I just believe in a sovereign King
No, I'm not underrated, what's meant is what's meant
Talkin' 'bout races, don't mess with no racist
The race that I'm baiting is running to Him
(Whoo) fah, fah, fah, woo, fah, fah, fah
Yeah, I do this for real, betrayal is real
But being like Jesus, how you do that with no Judas for real? (Uh-huh)
'Long as you poppin', remember who watchin'
Remember the devil love feeding you wins
All of that money, that fame, and that pride is the very thing that make you easy to kill
Southside baby standing on biz
Got no life, I'm standing on His
Three days later, we resurrected, aura perfected, never no rizz
Remember, nobody never betted on this (ah)
Fear no smoke, no steppin' on this (what)
Making it plain, I landed on this
Campaign HGA, I'm runnin' on this
(Yeah) yeah, uh-huh, yeah, I'm running on this
Uh-huh, yeah, fah, fah, uh-huh, yeah
Yeah, I'm running on this
Southside baby standing on biz
Got no life, I'm standing on His (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Three days later, we resurrected, aura perfected, never no rizz (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
I just wanna say, I vote for Jesus to come back because
My campaign don't need no vote
Need no packs, don't need no quotes
My big homies are kingdom folk
Platforms mean nothing to me, you don't know
Expect no man for the CeCe soul, expect a man for the CeCe song
Expect a man who respects a woman
Oh, you step to that man like, "What's up?"
Stepped on snakes, I mean it, bro
All my dogs wanna be heroes (yeah)
We don't really care about celebrities, unless they the ones like Jesus, bro (talk that talk)
I am not impressed, too easy, bro
Don't care what you got, what you leaving, bro? (Yeah, yeah)
You trying to make an IG fan, but who making fans for the Kingdom, bro? (Whoo)
Yeah, yeah, fah, fah, yeah, (whoo), ain't none of my biz
Stand before God on how did we live
He ain't about to ask about the numbers we did (stop that, boy)
Coming for the you that's in front of your kids
Not for the, yeah, I do this for the captions that's under your pics
Christ crucified, my number one pic
My campaign and I'm running on this
Fah (whoa), fah (whoa), fah (whoa), fah (whoa), fah (whoa)
Yeah, I'm running on this
Fah (whoa), fah (whoa), fah (whoa), fah (whoa), fah (whoa) (oh yeah, oh yeah)
Southside baby standing on biz (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Got no life, I'm standing on His (oh my goodness)
Three days later, we resurrected, aura perfected, standing in His (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Huh) standing in Him
(Yee, yee) standing on what?
Yee, yee, yee, yee, yee, yee, yee, yee, yee, yee
Credits
Writer(s): Lawrence Swoope, Kevin Elijah Burgess, Quinten John Coblentz, Wesley Eugene Smith Jr, Caleb Conley
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