Craig ft. Tatyanna Sumlin Lyrics

Back on my grind MA Dubl is back again

Repping for Jesus the devil is mad again

Most rap is poop emoji with nice packaging

Rog and Dwayne can you tell me what's happening

How can these rappers be climbing the charts

Like Bob Ross's fro I don't want any parts

Most of it's lame and it all sounds the same

And even the Christians don't rep Jesus name

Cuz they're trying to fit in and wanna be popular

Go do your thing bro the devil ain't stopping ya

Jesus is light but you grabbing the mic

And you say "dim the lights" like a cinematographer

I on the other I gotta represent

Some christian rappers are spiritually negligent

Kinda got noticed while reppin' for Jesus

You got you some fans and we ain't seen you ever since

People are hungry and they need to feed

But your giving em wants and not what they need

Temptation for fame Satan planted the seed

In the ocean with sharks and you're starting to bleed

Spiritually thin so it's time to hit the gym

Like Micheal B. Jordan preparing for Creed

Go have a seat bro we taking the lead

Im changing the game like a slave who can read

If you ain't CHH, don't pretend to be

Don't use the church to get a leg up in the industry

Lyrics are watered down and you ain't got no alibi

It's Friday you ain't got to lie Craig, you ain't got to lie

It's Friday you ain't got to lie Craig, you ain't got to lie

It's Friday you ain't got to lie Craig, you ain't got to lie

It's Friday you ain't got to lie Craig, you ain't got to lie

It's Friday you ain't got to lie Craig, you ain't got to lie

Vocabulary relentless with every sentence

I'm praising Jesus cuz I am His witness

I'm in the word on my spiritual fitness

You're in the world with the lord as your mistress

You think it's slickness I call it sickness

A chance to blow up you conform with the quickness

The harvest is ripe and there's work to be done

So like father, like son I'm bout my Father's business

You selling your birthright for a bowl a soup cuz it's delicious

But trading eternal for temporary and you don't think that's suspicious

You're gaining the whole world but you're losing your whole soul that's about as dumb

As saying I'm not superstitious but I am a little sticious…

You on that Michael Scott Dunder Mifflin cuz you chasing paper

But I'm chasing Christ cuz me and Christ is tighter than the year 2000 and the temple taper

Bro talk is cheap like child labor so I'm sowing seed like a landscaper

When your Luke warm you don't like the truth cuz the truth's abrasive like sandpaper

Just take your ball and leave the court

If you ain't in the game for souls and just for sport

You acting like we got all day but time is short

You want me to kill em Vicki Vallencourt

Nah but it's time to use your gifts to preach the gospel

Spirit filled like you are Pentecostal

The end is near the world is getting hostile

So walk with Christ like one of His apostles