Hook:
Take two steps forward
And one to the right
Stomp, clap- clap
If you feelin the vibe
Just ride wit us
Just ride wit us
Just ride wit us
Just ride wit us
Verse 1:
Check it
I'm a little dude, but lyrics stand like big ran
About our father's business
Platinum souls… the pick band
I ball in the gig and unveil my calling
Prevail against the enemy, pick up those falling
I teach them jesus and make disciples
I train em to go pop
One shot, like rifles
Sniper status, hyper at it
Licensed, craftmatic
You laugh at it, the addict of praise
Won't hit you
I spit to hot beats to release you from your issues
I got heat, like heat-seeking missiles
I won't panic or freak out
But leak out the truth
Speak out to the youth- it's gigantic
Like ricardo's floetry
Got it locked, like ty scott's locks and poetry
A mix tape, we cleared 20 grand and still flowin
Legendary, energizer
Still going
Hook (repeat)
Verse 2:
(now) bringin' the heat, ms. scott's in the kitchen
Cookin' up those souls, that i caught when i was fishin'
You- think you hard, but i know you wanna listen
Cause these flows so tight, make you wanna be a christian
Gotta go platinum, that's the mission of the vision
So we bang these beats, til you make your decision
Cause you- one in a million, that's what i had to mention
Flo- break the beat down, while i got they attention
(uh) more fiyah from the ps crew
Came to rep for jehovah, that's just how we do
Cause it's so legendary, that we had to come through
Hatchew... bless you
That's how we address you
Respect due, check one... check two
Trying to take higher, lemme fix your view, here
Ms. ty scott, yup, the style is rare
Cause i'm kickin' new flava in ya ear
Hook (repeat)
