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Yo know yo boy Crae runnin for the prize I'm gunnin. |
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The one that won't rust or break all of a sudden |
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The Holy Spirit gotcho boy doin a dozen |
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Pushup Pushp, come on work it out cousin |
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I run from the flesh, it be tryin to ride |
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and I'm done with livin to get drunk and high. |
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I'm a son of El Shaddhai, the Most High |
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Who most def. want me to do more than get by. |
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I look in the sky and I'm sole inspired |
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To sprint for a God who's my soul's desire |
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My soul's desire to run for Jesus |
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And give him all the credit like I run for Visa |
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I'm done with pieces. I found my dimes. |
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I run to the wife that the Lord provided. |
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And we've decided that we would run together |
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For God's glory alone, homey, we ain't lyin. |
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I run to the Word because my soul is thirsty |
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No runnin from affliction, thought they may hurt me |
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I do preach rad when I speak on mercy |
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And grace by faith, you can call me churchy. |
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Run. This yo race boy. Run. Don't stop. |
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Run till you blood vessel burst like a clock. |
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Run so hard cuz you know why u run |
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Boy run, boy run, boy run some more |
