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Lyrics:
Hook: Living my life now I'm free like a bird, living my life now I live by the word
who do u know that can live by the truth, use to finessing I'll show u the proof
Everyday everyday everyday everyday, making a difference boy I'm trying to find a way
In this world I'm a stranger, I do it for the homie from the manger
Verse 1:
No more flipping and ripping and making it stretch, living my life now with God on my chest
God on my heart, playing my part, work of his art, gavee a start, topping these charts
treat the rap like the kitchen I'm making it hard. fresh out the yard,
fresh with my squad, doing our thing and we reppin for God strangers we are
love is for all , hate on my faith I ain't living for yall
this ain't a dance by I go go, on a mission for the high even when low
how could I get high if the work indoor, called high and this Here what I'm in for
Flip and I flip and I flip ambidextrous, free from them chains like I'm fresh out of exodus
grind ain't impetuous, aint for a necklace, changing my neck of woods I'm hitting up everyhood
everything understood my face good
Bridge:
Living by faith and I'm feeling some type of way, word its gone hurt like its coming from a k
I'm trying find a way, ain't got no time to play, heavens a mile a way fade like we hardaway
don't live by the broader way, go through the narrow gate
Verse 2:
Ride for saints but my team be the fins, I know where's my side I ain't playing the fence
trying to save souls I aint worried bout ins, no love is greater then laying your life down for all of your friends
at it again, this aint pretend, what I be talking worth more then a Benz, this aint game u can start it again
Broke from the streets like I parted some twins, prayed for some insight and lost me some friends
use to ruff riding while drinking some jin,
but came from the streets came from the mud played in the cleats
boy I came from the east, but I had to chill one day
everyday it's a feast, get it in from sunday to sunday
Still I gotta help the homies in the chain gang
Say u from a different hood well its the same thang
He made us all boy it wasn't just a big bang
Bet you feel it on your neck like its a big chain
Bridge:
Living by faith and I'm feeling some type of way, word its gone hurt like its coming from a k
I'm trying find a way, ain't got no time to play, heavens a mile a way fade like we hardaway
don't live by the broader way, go through the narrow gate
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8x Grammy Nominated Gospel Great Richard Smallwood Dies at 77
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