Honey glazed, I'm going Ham this year
Like the holidays, with the fam this year
Since Christ is bread, I'm bout to jam this year
Everything lined up without the barber chair
Can't believe that these dweebs was doubtin' me
Now like Zaire Wade, they be scouting me
Like a church convention, they be shouting me
Holy Ghost, keep the flame ain't no outing me
Til' Zion awake, til' I lie in a crate
No Microsoft bars til' I'm reaching them gates
Land of Milk and Honey, yeah Giants and Grapes
So keep them ends tight, like Antonio Gates
Iverson with the Gospel, watch me handle it
Time to follow Christ, Mary Magdalene
Got the beat by the ankle, Kurt Anglin'
Go through the wire with the Devil and I'll strangle Him
Rodeo souls with the flow, straight wrangle them
Introduce them to the Bridegroom, build a fam with Him
Go through the mud, sleet, snow, yeah sand with Him
And be Diplomat in Heaven like Cam and 'em
God's love like an ocean so wavy
Tryna be on Heaven's shores where the waves be
Devil dancing dirty, Patrick Swayze
Tryna chain us up like gangsters in the 80's
Yeah, see I'm tryna see heaven
God be my bodyguard like Whitney and Kevin, tell em
When the Saints go marching in
You should Roll Wit The Set
You should Roll Wit The Set
You should Roll Wit The Set
Christ coming back homie
Don't you get left
Don't you get left
Don't you get left
When the Saints go marching in
You should Roll Wit The Set
You should Roll Wit The Set
You should Roll Wit The Set
Christ coming back homie
Don't you get left
Don't you get left
Don't you get left
Yeah don'tchu get left
You should roll with us
We on a roll this year
Irish
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