[Intro: Miles Minnick]
Shout out to Tommy
This a heater
[Chorus: Tommy Zuko]
I don't mean to flex (Woo!)
Locked in, no swaying on this side
Devil gettin' pressed (Ah)
On sight, on my good Lord
What you think, we won't step 'round here?
Said the gang in this thing 'round here
We ain't playing no games 'round here
Mess around and get saved 'round here, ayy
[Verse 1: Miles Minnick]
'Bout to wake up the game
They some deep sleepers
Bring the gospel outside like a street preacher
'Bout to clean up their block like a street sweeper
Liked your post, that do not mean a free feature
Now we gon' run it up like it's tax season
Devil mad, throwing chairs in the staff meeting
"How you let them squad up and take that region?"
Try to tell us get gon' but we lack reason
Now we really ball out, Jesus Christ with the assist
So we really got that glow, and we can't be eclipsed
Pharisees try to say I do the most and I should quit
I'm on fire for the Lord, I'm supposed to be lit
Hmmm!
Said that you a Christian but that ain't you
How are you a believer but you movin' like them snakes do?
Speak up on the gang behind they back
That is what I cannot do
Been too busy goin' up, I'm doing what I need to
[Chorus: Tommy Zuko]
I don't mean to flex (Woo!)
Locked in, no swaying on this side
Devil gettin' pressed (Ah)
On sight, on my good Lord
What you think, we won't step 'round here?
Said the gang in this thing 'round here
We ain't playing no games 'round here
Mess around and get saved 'round here, ayy
[Outro: Jeffrey Minnick Sr.]
I'm at a game man
And it was playing your music
It was playing your song son
It was playing God Put Me On
God Put Me On
And I had a— 'Hey that's my son!'
It was crazy
Anyways, love you son
Alright