[Chorus: Jarry Manna, DeAndre]
Now they gon' see that we made it
Now they gon' know they was hatin'
Now they gon' know who the greatest
Look to my God for the praises
Now they gon' see that we made it
Now they gon' know they was hatin'
Now they gon' know who the greatest
Look to my God for the praises
Now they gon' see how we made it (Ooh)
Now they gon' know who was hatin' (Ooh)
Now they gon' know who the greatest (Ooh, ooh)
Look to my God for the praises, woah (Ha, skrrt, skrrt)
[Verse 1: DeAndre]
Hey, DeAndre, hey, DeAndre
What it do? Yeah
Friday, catchin' vibes
With the, with the crеw, yeah
Top down
And I ride for the viеw, yeah
Trump battle
And the speakers go boom, yeah
First thing, I'm a artist
Bruh, you know that I love God
I don't make a move without Him
Two times for my Papa
Get it straight, it's a G thing
Feelin' like I got a gold ring
Came through with the gang-gang
Poetic' on the track, watch the flame-bé!
[Chorus: Jarry Manna, Xay Hill]
Now they gon' see that we made it (Yeah)
Now they gon' know they was hatin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Now they gon' know who the greatest (Ooh, hot)
Look to my God for the praises (Woo, grrah!)
Now they gon' see that we made it
Now they gon' know they was hatin'
Now they gon' know who the greatest
Look to my God for the praises
Now they gon' see how we made it
Now they gon' know who was hatin'
Now they gon' know who the greatest (Yeah)
Look to my God for the praises, woah (Yeah, Xay, yeah)
[Verse 2: Xay Hill]
This-This what we do, yes, I came here to kill it
I may be a hero, but I hang with some villains
My Father's a Rock, so who really gon' kill me?
I dab on the Devil, I make him look filthy
Wait, hold up, who gon' stop me?
I step in the booth and I turn into Rocky
God-God know the end, that's why I'm so cocky
I walked outta hell and told Satan to box me
You-You never met me, but scope out the scene
I see the vision, don't call this a dream
I am the rapper that switch up the scene
I-I am the rapper that live for the King
They- wait, that last bar hurt (Yeah)
That put a lot of fake Christians back in the dirt (Woah)
Won't shut my mouth 'cause I know my worth
This a brand new Xay, hope you see the reverse
Xay!
[Chorus: Jarry Manna]
Now they gon' see that we made it
Now they gon' know they was hatin'
Now they gon' know who the greatest
Look to my God for the praises
Now they gon' see that we made it
Now they gon' know they was hatin'
Now they gon' know who the greatest
Look to my God for the praises
Now they gon' see how we made it
Now they gon' know who was hatin'
Now they gon' know who the greatest
Look to my God for the praises, woah
[Verse 3: Zae Ortiz]
And now they gotta see it, though (Yeah)
Never lost the drive, always stayin' in my vehicle
Pedal to the medal, where He hoppin', tell me where to go (Let's go)
Never had a option, homie, up was only way to go (Yeah)
Still GPS-in', God's personal servant ([?])
Only catch me slippin' when you seein' me swervin' (Skrrt!)
Pull up to the house, the tires all on the curb, and
I'm screamin', "Yo, get out, it's time to go put the work in" (Let's go)
24/7, 365 (All day)
I'm still dyin' to self, listenin' to tribe ([?])
It's indie, though, might put her in a video (Yeah)
I stopped reachin' for records, but this ain't a shout to Mineo (Nah)
I just gotta give it all that I got
Let the works before itself and the worship never stop (No)
Make my way up to the gates where I'm hearin', "Well done"
Hell won? Never tried, better hold 'til the next one
[Chorus: Jarry Manna]
Now they gon' see that we made it
Now they gon' know they was hatin'
Now they gon' know who the greatest
Look to my God for the praises
Now they gon' see that we made it
Now they gon' know they was hatin'
Now they gon' know who the greatest
Look to my God for the praises
Now they gon' see how we made it
Now they gon' know who was hatin'
Now they gon' know who the greatest
Look to my God for the praises, woah
