Json - Sitting Big

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[verse 1] You know we firmly stand Upon these 66 books that'll flip your scripts Your 22's they need a lift This is our life source, call it my iv Your whip got duel exhaust, homie his word is god-breathed Look you can peep the text, it gives his name glory Old and new like siamese twins, 'cause they tell the same story Profitable for correction, rebuke got misdirection Cleanse our corruption, instructions how our life gives christ's reflection So i know you're sittin' big, i peeped your rims on shine You stunt like your daddy, but i'ma live like mine Since the word raised up within me, daily i been dyin' more Dyin' to myself, that's what i call a suicide door So how i love that, no how you love this Prime of my life been glossin' fine ever since i've been blood-dipped So you won't catch me ridin' dirty But you will catch me runnin' from worldly systems Ever since i've been with him, on his word i'm standing firmly [hook] Y'all ridin' on 22's, we standin' on 66 Y'all ridin' on 22's, we standin' on 66 Y'all ridin' on 22's, we standin' on 66 We standin' on 66 And that's what we call sittin' big Y'all ridin' on 22's, we standin' on 66 Y'all ridin' on 22's, we standin' on 66 Y'all ridin' on 22's, we standin' on 66 We standin' on 66 And that's what we call sittin' big [verse 2] So we ain't trippin' what your coupe's on We standin' in a troupe strong Through the word see the son, like you're ridin' with your roof blown I'm talkin' "poof! gone", and there's not a magician He removes the tint, we see the world through these proper lenses Don't get it twisted 'cause i lean in this song But i beat, beat my flesh, yeah that's my king kong in the trunk My team's strong, they pick me up The king's throne we liftin' up We sing songs to give it up If y'ain't known, you trippin' bruh These 66 books in the scriptures we put our trust in That's 66 books that we look to, to help us crush sin We are like dead men, there's no way our flesh wins You say how soft your leather is, the text is what we rest in I ain't got no gun with me The race my fam run with me Speakin' of paint, see how i changed when the son hit me No switchin' lanes to getting dough The king is who i'm spittin' for On 66 we sittin' big, your whips is really sittin' low [hook] Y'all ridin' on 22's, we standin' on 66 Y'all ridin' on 22's, we standin' on 66 Y'all ridin' on 22's, we standin' on 66 We standin' on 66 And that's what we call sittin' big Y'all ridin' on 22's, we standin' on 66 Y'all ridin' on 22's, we standin' on 66 Y'all ridin' on 22's, we standin' on 66 We standin' on 66 And that's what we call sittin' big [outro] Don't get it twisted 'cause i lean in this song bruh Don't get it twisted 'cause i lean in this song bruh Speakin' of paint, see how i changed when the son hit me See how i changed See how i changed when the son hit me You step like your daddy, but i'ma live like mine But i'ma live like mine When the son hit me When the son hit me
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