[Hook: Kid Tris]
Pump fake, know my fate!
In n' out, I will not stay!
Scare me now, scare me then!
Live by fear, yeah, think again!
Beat the odds, beat the sin!
With Jesus, we gon' win!
No more lies, no more lies!
We gon' beat the odds again!
Pump fake, know my fate!
In n' out, I will not stay!
Scare me now, scare me then!
Live by fear, yeah, think again!
Beat the odds, beat the sin!
With Jesus, we gon' win!
No more lies, no more liеs!
We gon' beat the odds again!

[Verse 1: RandyB Funk]
I’m fading rеmember me
I am so done with this negative energy
Thoughts in my brain never let me be
Feels like I live in a coma, that’s death to me
Breathing doesn’t mean you're alive so I lift my head to the sky
And I look for an opening to lift myself and rise
I used to empathize with my own demise
Now realize this is a purpose-driven life
I run circles around my demons
Goals been working to reach them
My work doesn’t lay within the P.M
I got real ones hanging with me
My circle is so small you can’t see us
We just take over your city
On the mic, I’m a Samurai
Make you move feet, never kyukei
Never take a break, man, I know my fate
In and out, I will not stay
Man, this is hard to maintain
But I know that when I am frustrated
My world crashes, I feel jaded
I know that this pain won’t last
I know that this flack gone pass
No, there ain’t no going back
Too much time, too much money
Half of my life been wasted on nothing
Now I’m doing good, now I’m doing better
I've come too far to go back now
Soon to graduate with a cap and gown
Then levitate and decimate anybody on my battleground
I don’t stay in the trenches, that’s where your mind wants you
I stay above the clouds, above the snakes
My feet, they never touch the ground
Know you're stronger than the thoughts that try and haunt you
Up too high now, I'm never coming down
[Verse 2: RandyB Funk]
Let me tell you what I've been up to
Phone calls and emails, work hard for pre-sales that ain’t gone be there, that’s fine
This grind is worth every blood, sweat, and tears spilled
Cheer-filled grin, from all the love that I've been receiving
And lately, I ain’t been up for appeasing
Reasons to doubt my own peace and that’s the worst place to be When loving yourself becomes a chore, you gotta replace that Those thoughts and regrets ain’t you, it’s Satan who makes you think that
See, if I write a verse I make sure there ain’t a word that I would take back
A beat I take that and run wit' it, have fun wit' it
Go dumb wit' it, life’s to short to go numb wit' it, I’m done, finished

[Outro: Kid Tris]
Pump fake, know my fate!
In n' out, I will not stay!
Scare me now, scare me then!
Live by fear, yeah, think again!
Beat the odds, beat the sin!
With Jesus, we gon' win!
No more lies, no more lies!
We gon' beat the odds again!