Zeneszerző: Samuel Justice Hufnagel, Zachariah Hufnagel
Dalszöveg
Y'all just grind for your own glory
That's light work
Son of man came to serve on his alpha grind
First is last, last is first on my alpha grind
On my – on my Alpha grind
Worship the omega this that - this that
Ooo
Jesus got me on my alpha grind
Out the lost and found, fast like Yeezies copped at half the price
I could spot the truth from a mile in a pack of lies
Seen a lot of BS, that's the type thing to catch your eye
God got me stomping ops like fighting people half my size
Satan tried to take my hand you know I had to sanitize
Exercising demons like I'm benching legion
You could bet your freedom we gon' exit Egypt faster than a camel rides
Too many rappers are trapped in a movement of pursuing bags but abandoning truth
Their brand is booming
Their pad is souped up like a can of Campbell's, but it must be bad food
Cuz their soul's in tattered rags
Shambles and ruins
Living in sin are you planning on moving?
I'm on a mission to pack the rooms in the mansions of youth
With children from Finland to Kalamazoo
I'm still in my momma's house
But I'm on my Daddy's business we expanding it soon
Stacking the racks, we traffic in truth,
Coughing up profits I'm sicker than Pablo, I caught the Spanish flu
I'm surfing the juice of my God in Santa Cruz. Not talking Cali
Washed in the blood at the cross sipping new wine and manna food
Hand in hand with my dawgs singing Hallelu
Hallelujah, gather round and grab a noose
You gotta off the old man to drop your loads and be found in lands of fruit
I'm battle rapping half the room
To smash your shackles and your tombs
This Alpha Grind is drowning out the lies to blast the grounded past the moon
Son of man came to serve on his alpha grind
First is last, last is first on my alpha grind
On my – on my alpha grind
Worship the Omega this that –this that
Ooo