STEPPIN Lyrics

Everything that's happening to you is God's processing

Every difficult moment you're having, He's just processing you

That's all He's doing

Everything you're going through is preparing you for what you ask God for

I'm in preparation, Heaven's gates is the destination

Check the navigation, says I came from a tragic place

She does magic great, I guess we don't share the same traits

We met at church, thought it was okay, but it feels wrong like a shake weight

I got the Lord, He's my Guide and protection

Giving my all was the wisest investment

First time I called Him, I hit Him direct

I said I'm sorry, I sinned, I repent. Holy Spirit provides intercession

Hope these lyrics I write redirects them

Shows my peers that the Bible's a weapon

Don't you fear Trust in God when you're stressing

Greatness is destined, God loves us all and He craves our affection

Died on the cross, then He got resurrected

He hit the mountain and Satan was tempting

Offered the world to the King of Kings, that's a bit offensive

There's a written ending and it's Him ascending when He comes again

Demons get to steppin, demons get to steppin, demons get to steppin

Steppin, steppin, steppin, steppin, all on the devil's head

Check him, check him, with the word, telling Him all I read

Slept him, slept him, slept him, slept him, it's time to go to bed

You should be talking less, I'm trusting God instead

Steppin, steppin, steppin, steppin, all on the devil's head

Check him, check him, with the word, telling Him all I read

Slept him, slept him, slept him, slept him, it's time to go to bed

You should be talking less, I'm trusting God instead

I'm trusting Jehovah, only way I keep my composure

Only way that I stay sober, only way that I ain't colder

I ain't bluffing, I don't play poker, what you puffing, that's a bad odor

Said it's nothing, I should be a smoker, but I'm good fella like Ray Liotta

You got pounds of chronic, I'm over that, that sounds demonic like Doja Cat

Yeah, Christ has risen, I know where He's at

He's at the right hand of God, splitting decisions like it's a boxing match

Forgiving all that He's wanting back, submission, been in the kitchen

Letting Him chef it up, using pots and pans, God's plan

Yeah, that's so much better than my own one

Glocks jam, well all my competitors don't own one

Got fans, but they're all my friends, I'm trynna show them

Satan uses music as a tool, trynna control them

Steppin, steppin, steppin, steppin, all on the devil's head

Check Him, check Him, with the Word, telling Him all I read

Slept him, slept him, slept him, slept him, it's time to go to bed

You should be talking less, I'm trusting God instead

Steppin, steppin, steppin, steppin, all on the devil's head

Check Him, check Him, with the Word, telling Him all I read

Slept him, slept him, slept him, slept him, it's time to go to bed

You should be talking less, I'm trusting God instead