Aye, yo

Graduated Groveport High
You can see me and my cohorts fly
Social status, but a no sport guy
See, my family told me go for the sky, so
So I went to State on a scholarship
But I almost failed second quarter
Learned 'bout my marijuana tolerance
But somehow knew my steps was ordered
Man that's a snapshot, snapshot
Off the goal like a slapshot
Alcohol in my bloodstream, in "Flight" looking for the blackbox
Pyro looking for the matchbox, I'm going down in flames
But if I'm gon, gon live, someone got to land this plane
Plane, I was gone off that cush blend
Holdin' "Help Wanted" like a push pin
Yeah I hear my momma prophesy
Yeah I heard it, but ain't buy it- Spotify
My small eyes looking distant
Man I kept that Love Below up in my discman
Saw my first stripper for a crisp 10
Was 16, still rappin like a Christian
No fairy tale, ain't no Belle and Beast
Ain't no touched by an angel, no Della Reese
But I got my happy ending, His grace drew me to repentance, now I'm rooted in redemption and it's peace
Now the Lamb's glory is my theme, spit that pen of ready writer for the glory of the King
Yeah, my former life don't even parallel
I was dead, and I didn't handle peril well
Now I got this power in my body, man, it's not just super powers man it's power over folly and it's grace
Ace Hood got them Bugattis, Migos got Versace, Lady Gaga paparazzi, but it's fading
When you see that sky split, fire in His eyes lit, laughing at your trinkets He gon' snatch off them disguises
Dead in Him gon' rise and you saying, "Your Highness," bowed low to the floor, He rides in
People say they sick of trap beats
Man, I was sick of having trapped feet
Stuck in gunpowder call me black sheep
Now I'm washed clean, find me at that track meet running
Running running well at the races
Race ain't a race, we don't even know what race is
Why the church so racist? Segregated Sundays still happen many places
It don't matter what the color of my face is, color just another type of brother in the faith, kid
Or a sister, love gon help us fix it
It's gon' take some patience and some thick skin
Y'all be needing haters just to feel something
I'm staring at this crater tryna to build something
It's crazy, so is me forgiven
Now everyday a mission, mission
Graduated Groveport High
With the same college email
Transformed, no more lies
Nah, see that truth is in the details