[Intro: Kurtis Hoppie]
Only I do it
Way too hard (Way too hard)
Ayy, who made this beat?
Jalapeño, man, you got some fire, dude

[Verse 1]
This is the moment
Had to go do it, what is you doin'?
Pack up my stuff and I'm cruisin'
I got the fam with the booth in it
I do my job and I'm good at it
I got a count in my name
Wake up at six in the A.M
It's music for God, but I jump in the Range Rover
God gon' rain over
Done with this, game over
Get out my way
I push lanes over
You should have never came over, I'm on my way
This my Beethoven
[?] and woven through my veins
I'ma stay woke, and
We gon' reach the bucket, that's why I work
I'ma bless it to the ones who need a blessin'
Came from the dirt
They said I'm nothin', but then God made me a weapon
Now I run with the Misfit Army
Blend in with the camo army
This is somethin' like blackout zombies
It's like cheat codes how they fallin', yeah
[Chorus]
I go way too frickin' hard
All the glory to the Lord
I go way too frickin' hard
All the glory to the Lord

[Verse 2]
Tell me, who harder than this?
I don't need to flash my wrists
I'ma just flex on God
You fill 'em all in the midst
That's the Spirit movin'
This galactic wicked provin'
Watch what Yahweh doin', I been true, and
Now I'm on that silk print movement
Brought me back
Back on the path, now I come with the truth
Prayin' to God when I write in the booth
Prayin' to God, gettin' right in the booth
This is all day now
Ain't playin' no games right now
Gonna hit me with the fangs right now
But I hit 'em with the flame right now, wit' the flame right now, uh!
I go way too - not at the hook right now
Brand new man, new look right now
Workin' out, askin' the Book right now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy
Not at the hook right now
Brand new man, new look right now
Workin' out, askin' the Book right now, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
I go way too frickin' hard
All the glory to the Lord
I go way too frickin' hard
All the glory to the Lord