[Intro: Andrae Crouch & Choir]
To God (To God)
Be the glory (Glory)
For the things He has—
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
[Verse 1: KB]
Uh, God of gods here, biddin' the world a bon voyage
Game of final bosses, blow through them like the cartridge
Make sure you heard Him right, I beg your pardon?
Life to the dead, He Robittusin, the only One stoppin' the coughin'
Cough, cough, cough, cough
Proceed with caution, what do we call it?
All of this Godness, He got more titles than Thomas
Brady, little baby, look you can't debate me
But God is better than all this
I'm being modest, you're seeing red
I'm sorry nobody can part this
Yeah, He too, He too God to lose it
Thi’sl told me "Black out on 'em
Don't change what you're doing"
Ooh, sixteen, I walked to the shooters, told 'em Jesus saved my life
Huh, hallelujah
Uh, run it up lightly, K going ape in the Bay no hyphy
Came from the side where they slide with the lightning
Fifteen years wifey, no side piece
Got a hundred fifty dudes livin' just like me
Been upon the light, we holding on tightly
Still in my white tee, clean it up tightly
God Almighty
To God (To God)
Be the glory (Glory)
For the things He has—
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
[Verse 1: KB]
Uh, God of gods here, biddin' the world a bon voyage
Game of final bosses, blow through them like the cartridge
Make sure you heard Him right, I beg your pardon?
Life to the dead, He Robittusin, the only One stoppin' the coughin'
Cough, cough, cough, cough
Proceed with caution, what do we call it?
All of this Godness, He got more titles than Thomas
Brady, little baby, look you can't debate me
But God is better than all this
I'm being modest, you're seeing red
I'm sorry nobody can part this
Yeah, He too, He too God to lose it
Thi’sl told me "Black out on 'em
Don't change what you're doing"
Ooh, sixteen, I walked to the shooters, told 'em Jesus saved my life
Huh, hallelujah
Uh, run it up lightly, K going ape in the Bay no hyphy
Came from the side where they slide with the lightning
Fifteen years wifey, no side piece
Got a hundred fifty dudes livin' just like me
Been upon the light, we holding on tightly
Still in my white tee, clean it up tightly
God Almighty
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