WAYUP ft. Tre'Gadd & King Chai Lyrics

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It's that new generation

Devil coming for us hurry to your battle station

Universal theme for the nation

Hard life lead to harder conversations

What's a Legion to a son of God?

Ain't no Halloween

Ghost on scene

This a spooky bop

See a demon scheming in my dream so I don't sleep a lot

Spirit on Hakeem

I hear the screams when block that shot

I got the word

I got the range

You gonna burn

I got no chains

God saved the earth

Bird or a plane

No kryptonite

Taking the strength from his name

I talk to Jesus cuz he is the way

The tree ain't defeat him now He in my veins

I'm tossing demons with ease in the flame

He take a Heathen and seat him as king

Who you know like that?

Do you know my dad?

I ain't got no debt

Soon you gonna find that

Womb I was like that

Move like a line back (Move like a line back)

Ima on site threat

Green means fight back

Ooh I'm hype now

Smoke em no cigarette

Ooh they afraid

Saying yeah he like that

Don't need Gold

I got better

Jesus in control

Ima sold little fella

Bold little fella

Too cold little fella

Ice on North Pole

Shine on my soul forever

But then again, I can't even front like I ain't born again

That life of sin, scrubbing off of me like I got suds again

That blood again, pleading out the name of Jesus once again

I'm coming in, approaching to the throne like I ain't got no sin

It's really crazy how (it's that new generation)

Bringing in them choppas and we shooting up your camp again

Sounding like Chewbacca when them bullets hit them demons in

Running with my brothers we all toting with them bling-thing-things

Pulling on that trigger demons dying hear the choir sing

Hear the bells ring

Hear the pastor sing

Enemy attacking they get kickback with that heavy thing

With that drummer thing

With that praise team

Finna hit his top, send my prays up to the top

Satan losing by a lot, we keep spinning on your block

Ain't no dribbles with this shot, got some covid in my Glock

Leave them sick without no doc, yes my brothers pray a lot

All my ops is getting popped, like they mouthing off a lot

Turn the beat off make it stop

That sound like the ops got dropped, it got quiet when they stopped

That's the life of the hard knock, generation sending shots

Put them in coffins, that's a box, that's two day shipping where it's hot

If I repent that means I stop, can't turn around remember Lot's

And if I die before I wake, then it's my life that Jesus takes

This generation making waves, if you a soldier let's hear you say

It's that new generation

Devil's eyes on me he gon have to turn the station

He don't like the noise that I'm making

Hands up for the sinners who need saving

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