People get ready, there's a train a comin' You don't need no baggage, you just get on
Board All you need is faith to hear the diesels
Hummin' You don't need no ticket, you just thank the
Lord There ain't no room for the hopeless sinner
Who would hurt all mankind just to save his own
How many are those who chances grow thinner
But there ain't no hiding place against the kingdom's throne
I'll never forget where I was when I first heard that Kobe died
Still in the game, but you could catch me on the owner's side
COVID-19 got them boys talking genocide
Thank God I'm still alive, I should've been crucified
Philippians 3 and 5, I said it about a hundred times
Lord, been workin' overtime, grace like it's dinnertime
I had to talk to God cause I had to understand
That everything I'm not make me everything I am
All you need is faith to hear the diesels hummin
And you do not need no ticket, you just thank the Lord
Mmm, Mmm, Mmm, Ooh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
YE to the top, I love you to life and after that
Yeah
Tryin' to paint a picture, I hope it fit inside the frame
They gave him 16 shots, cause his hoodie looked the same
Now do you feel that mother's pain when police cock back and AIM
Sprinkle drugs on the body, just to dirty up his name
If he carried the 4'5", it was to protect himself
Cause if white boys shoot up the school, they gon' call it mental health
And Adriel got killed up in them Nashville streets
Got me understandin' why I don't really get no sleep
Got me really feelin' did I really meet my peak
Got me really feelin', do I still do it for the team
I ain't talk the future in a minute, but it's still all love
Your boy clergy now, I ain't the same old dub
I'ma keep it G real, cause today I got time
Don't ask me if I got heart, I put my heart in my rhymes
I put my heart in my rhymes
I put my heart in my rhymes
If the casket hold my body, goo gah's next in line
I'm just tryin' to get these thoughts off my mind
Just tryin' to get these thoughts off my mind
Friends of Sinners - People Get Ready... (feat. Stephen Smith, Paige Wright & Dubareno) Lyrics
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People get ready, there's a train a comin' You don't need no baggage, you just get on
Board All you need is faith to hear the diesels
Hummin' You don't need no ticket, you just thank the
Lord There ain't no room for the hopeless sinner
Who would hurt all mankind just to save his own
How many are those who chances grow thinner
But there ain't no hiding place against the kingdom's throne
I'll never forget where I was when I first heard that Kobe died
Still in the game, but you could catch me on the owner's side
COVID-19 got them boys talking genocide
Thank God I'm still alive, I should've been crucified
Philippians 3 and 5, I said it about a hundred times
Lord, been workin' overtime, grace like it's dinnertime
I had to talk to God cause I had to understand
That everything I'm not make me everything I am
All you need is faith to hear the diesels hummin
And you do not need no ticket, you just thank the Lord
Mmm, Mmm, Mmm, Ooh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
YE to the top, I love you to life and after that
Yeah
Tryin' to paint a picture, I hope it fit inside the frame
They gave him 16 shots, cause his hoodie looked the same
Now do you feel that mother's pain when police cock back and AIM
Sprinkle drugs on the body, just to dirty up his name
If he carried the 4'5", it was to protect himself
Cause if white boys shoot up the school, they gon' call it mental health
And Adriel got killed up in them Nashville streets
Got me understandin' why I don't really get no sleep
Got me really feelin' did I really meet my peak
Got me really feelin', do I still do it for the team
I ain't talk the future in a minute, but it's still all love
Your boy clergy now, I ain't the same old dub
I'ma keep it G real, cause today I got time
Don't ask me if I got heart, I put my heart in my rhymes
I put my heart in my rhymes
I put my heart in my rhymes
If the casket hold my body, goo gah's next in line
I'm just tryin' to get these thoughts off my mind
Just tryin' to get these thoughts off my mind
Board All you need is faith to hear the diesels
Hummin' You don't need no ticket, you just thank the
Lord There ain't no room for the hopeless sinner
Who would hurt all mankind just to save his own
How many are those who chances grow thinner
But there ain't no hiding place against the kingdom's throne
I'll never forget where I was when I first heard that Kobe died
Still in the game, but you could catch me on the owner's side
COVID-19 got them boys talking genocide
Thank God I'm still alive, I should've been crucified
Philippians 3 and 5, I said it about a hundred times
Lord, been workin' overtime, grace like it's dinnertime
I had to talk to God cause I had to understand
That everything I'm not make me everything I am
All you need is faith to hear the diesels hummin
And you do not need no ticket, you just thank the Lord
Mmm, Mmm, Mmm, Ooh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
YE to the top, I love you to life and after that
Yeah
Tryin' to paint a picture, I hope it fit inside the frame
They gave him 16 shots, cause his hoodie looked the same
Now do you feel that mother's pain when police cock back and AIM
Sprinkle drugs on the body, just to dirty up his name
If he carried the 4'5", it was to protect himself
Cause if white boys shoot up the school, they gon' call it mental health
And Adriel got killed up in them Nashville streets
Got me understandin' why I don't really get no sleep
Got me really feelin' did I really meet my peak
Got me really feelin', do I still do it for the team
I ain't talk the future in a minute, but it's still all love
Your boy clergy now, I ain't the same old dub
I'ma keep it G real, cause today I got time
Don't ask me if I got heart, I put my heart in my rhymes
I put my heart in my rhymes
I put my heart in my rhymes
If the casket hold my body, goo gah's next in line
I'm just tryin' to get these thoughts off my mind
Just tryin' to get these thoughts off my mind
Writer: Stephen Smith
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