[Pre-Chorus: Keith Phelps]
No more dogma
No more fear
I'm not gon’ let that hold me back
No, not this year
My resolution is to kill inner pollution
It's my time
I take what's mine
Leave all the foolishness behind
[Hook: Keith Phelps]
No mas, no mas, no mas
No mas, no mas, no mas
No mas, no mas, no mas
No mas, no mas, no mas
(Tu Compredes)
[Brendan Phelps over Hook]
Whoo (whoo)
Yeah
What the heck?
Money!
[Verse: Keith Phelps]
(Midwest)
Your brethren needed help
Was second guessin’ myself
I knew that I had the juice
I didn't have an excuse
Ignorin’ my inner wealth
Was scarier than a Compton kid
Searching the whole world for my confidence
Chances I wouldn't take
Moves I wouldn't make
For fear of being in error and making many mistakes
Somebody tell me what kind of life is that?
Religion and dogma, what kind of Christ is that?
All the man made figments, solely existing to keep you from livin’ and truly makin’ a difference
Avoiding the truth and hearing the preachers inference
Sitting pretty in pews won't ever finish the mission
Over emphasize on the tithe and equate salvation to wardrobe and weekly attendance
Can we get back to the day?
I'm talkin’ back in the day
Like Adam and Eve, back to living so free then we chill in the cool of the day
I believe that He wants it this way
Pursuin’ my callin’ and passions so I can get paid
Completely effecting the culture
And giving God thanks so that all of the people on earth are aware of how He paved the way
Listen
All of the truth can be relevant
Simply let go of rhetoric
Letting go all of the country club ostracization that's not written in either testament
Reference it
Used to be a bad kid in a good city
Got the church folks and the hood with me
I mean for real, it's 2018
What's the point of living life, if you can't live free?
That's why there can be…
[Pre-Chorus: Keith Phelps]
[Hook: Keith Phelps]
[Keith Phelps and Terrance Anderson over Hook]
Suficienté
Lo entiendes?
Independiente
Tu comprendes
[Brendan Phelps over Hook]
Whoo (whoo)
Money!
[Verse: Brandon Joyner]
Pedal to the metal. Grippin’ pleather in my mama mini van (uh)
They talking' bout me chasin’ bigger dreams but they never go and get it (uh)
I made up my mind, I stay on the grind
While seekin’ divine intervention
I pray my steps are ordered
Definitely and not sort of
So what is you sayin'?
No mas dogma
I wanna be real and not follow traditions
Goin’ through motions is not that important
What matters to me
Is feelin’ His spirit
I need the anointing, not potions to send me in dazes
Imaginin’ places
Time is of great importance while He's waiting
No time to be lazy
If attitude determines altitude then what happens when you humble?
Time for royal rumble
Fight for mines, I’ma bite the rind, bittersweet
If that's really what it has to come to
2018
Ain't no time for games
Please, leave that junk behind you or I shoot
Knowledge breakin' down these boxes
Put up by society
Color outside the lines so pardon me
Need ya eyes to see
More importantly
Tryna feed ya mind
Bigger portions please!
I ain't sharin’ mine
Gimme less of cheese
I want more of time
Some bigger things in my life now
Some finer things came to Naptown
I’m tryna see the broader light now
Got the tunnel wide with a fat house and that's real (that’s real)
[Pre-Chorus: Keith Phelps, Terrance Anderson, & Brandon Joyner]
[Keith Phelps over Pre-Chorus]
Sing
Uh huh
[Brandon Joyner over Pre-Chorus]
Nope
[Hook: Keith Phelps]
[Keith Phelps over Hook]
Listen to me when I tell you
Yo, they might not let me back up in the church after this one
After this one (after this one)
I don’t care if they don’t let me back in church up after this one
After this one (after this one)
Y’all gon’ see the (y’all gon see the)
Ushers carry me up out the church after this one
After this one (after this one)
Yo pastor not gon’ wanna see me all up in yo church after this one
After this one (after this one)
