Justin Mitchell - LGLP

(ohh)
❲?❳
(let’s go)
Back in the day, i was a lunch line rapper
After that, i guess i was a punchline rapper (uh huh)
Then i got saved, and christ switched the swagger
Traded pain in for purpose
Now the mission’s what i’m after

Focused on my livin (uh!)
Wifey and my children (uh!)
Christ came down to give it up
You know that the spirit tough
Go ahead and call the bluff
Your weapons are not enough (nah)
Physician, when i’m spittin’
These writtens are like prescriptions (uh!)
(what else?)

Filled with the spirit
I give ‘em these lyrics
I pray that y’all hear it
Keep giving ‘em worth
I countered my feelings
No mountains, no ceilings
I’m leapin’ from buildings, i’m leaving this earth
Get back! this that, real rap
That’ll make em fall im love with some riff-raff
Y’all don’t get that?!
That smoke must be too thick to keep that chit chat!
I’m the definition of realness, cause i follow after the realest
Go ahead & try to appeal this
You gon’ wind up in your feelings
Oh! you big mad?!
Well go on kill that!
Cus i go bananas when i peel back
I see folks and they losin’ hope, they say the church a joke
And i feel that

But let’s not act like, the full body ain’t actin’ right, cus one limb stay limpin’
Don’t mean to rest, i hear lackin’ life, nah
(fax)
We some hope dealers, pass it out cause we all need this
(fax)
We need each other, that’s one another
So we bundle up like it’s fall season (woo!)
His goodness goes for eons, infinity and beyond
That’s why i am primetime with my rhymes like deon (let’s go!)
Y’all up and down like seesaws, i’m x’n birds, no elon
They roll with demons, better bring ‘em on
I kick fire shots like fei long

(woooh ah!)

See i’m at a phase in life where a hater can go talk brazzy
Leave nonsense in the comments, not much really foldin’ or phasin’ me (nah!)
Now talk about my babies, or wifey, cus that’s my lady b! (yah!)
We gon’ have to throw hands and those hands are rated e (nah!)
Aye! if i’m being honest
I feel a shift
Like plate tectonics
It’s a gift to
Rap over sonics and get
This type of solace i’m wit
No type of violence, (yeah)
So this time i will promise to not be that type of dog that keeps returning to its vomit!

It’s love god, love people, (uh huh!)
Hate sin, that’s lethal (uh huh!)
Keep it 99 plus 1, (yuh)
Y’all know what that equal! (what else?!)

It’s love god, love people, (what else?!)
Hate sin, that’s lethal (what else?!)
Keep it 99 plus 1, (yuh)
Y’all know what that equal!

Let’s go!