I make declarations that you’ll remember for ages To feed nations like Joseph in Genesis pages Move major manifesting the truth of the savior I’m the light of the world, the salt of the earth my flavor Is intact like a ten pack of Now N Later Lyrical razor blader sharper than the Great Debaters Who is my opponent? He does not exist He’s a descenting voice to the truth that I spit My pulpit’s invisible. I don’t need your permission to minister I’m the thermostat. I set the temperature (yeah boy) While y’all following the latest trends you’re deviating from the ways of the greatest men Allow me to reintroduce that King swagger That clean dapper. Telling the people their dreams matter. I’ve won battles many of y’all couldn’t even fathom Was outlawed til the Messiah gave me asylum In the kingdom I’m a government official. My team is celestial My boardroom is my prayer room. I press through Every barrier standing in the way of my inheritance Relishing in God’s promises, giving reverence This is not a game, Joe it’s real life evidence I stay woke and stay righteous in my messaging Album finna drop bringing healing to the habitat Picture that. Lyrics speak volumes like an almanac Pure facts only. Consider this a testimony My soul is rich with or without the money on me Homies from my childhood, they all vouch for me Bet they’ll tell you I was never phony Cuz showing love is my mantra. Really it’s my lifestyle I’m a disciple of Christ Jesus. I write down Fresh revelation I receive at night time Then I write rhymes you can live by, life lines Hard charging. Playing ball jump shot was the hottest Appeared small then I’d show up as Ben Wallace Symbolic for hopping hurdles like it’s no problem Was taught to finish ‘em but never start ‘em The fight is every day. My life’s steady state is never fake I’ve seen brothers in their boxers win heavy weight Forced to make life decisions and never hesitate Same magnitude of pressure that made the levies break If know me, then you know the Holy spirit on me MCs is softer than a pot full of rigatoni. Misleading little homies I’m here to tell shorties never follow a man who worships money I give ‘em pure facts only. I spit it like a testimony My soul is rich with or without the money on me Trusting God only. No matter how hard this life gets My soul is rich. Woke+Righteous