DRock - Back In The Blood

Hook:

We get it back
Aye
We get it back in the blood
For all of my lack
Aye
We get it back in the blood
Ain’t chasin no racks
Nah
We get it back in the blood
The fam gotta stay strapped
Yea
We came up outta that mud
We get it back
Aye
We get it back in the blood
Came outta the trap
Aye
We get it back in the blood
Ain’t trippin on that
Nah
We get it back in the blood
Got a cross on my back
Aye
We came up outta that mud
Verse 1:

We gotta stay strapped
Cause it's warfare
And I ain't talking call of duty
Demons attack and they don't care
Yea you better keep a tooly
Been on the block since like 13
You'd prolly think it was a movie
Get it back in the blood
Yea
He gave it all to renew me
Holy spirit
On speed dial
If you ain't with it
Then leave now
All of my dogs
On the team now
And they all come
With a mean growl
They say we all
Bark with no bite
But we ain't comin
To fight
We not against flesh
And blood homie
We only fight for what's right
Ain't got time
For the nonsense
If you ain't vibin’
Then cool
They wasn't vibin’
With Jesus either
When he came and
Broke all them rules
Brush the dirt
Off my feet
Ain't wasting
No wisdom on fools
Get it right
While you got the time
Cause we all know
He may be comin’ soon
Hook:

We get it back
Aye
We get it back in the blood
For all of my lack
Aye
We get it back in the blood
Ain’t chasin no racks
Nah
We get it back in the blood
The fam gotta stay strapped
Yea
We came up outta that mud
We get it back
Aye
We get it back in the blood
Came outta the trap
Aye
We get it back in the blood
Ain’t trippin on that
Nah
We get it back in the blood
Got a cross on my back
Aye
We came up outta that mud
Verse 2:

Cross on my neck
Cross on my back
How you gon’
Tell me how to act
I ain’t speaking to fools They scorning the
Wisdom of words
I came from the gutter
I ride for my brothers
I’m bringing His
Flock to the herd
I do what I have to
I do what I gotta
I’m praying to abba
I do what I wanna
I’m covered in blood
I’m looking like pasta Don’t mess with impostors
Came from the bottom
I’m moppin I’m poppin
I’m hitting the pocket
Ain’t no other option
I’m locked and
My soul ain’t for auction
I know that they watchin’
I’m gleaming you see me
You see em’
I know that they need
Him
I know that they want Him
I can’t wait to meet Him
The day that I greet Him
I pray that He accepts me
And tell that I’m scheming
To get the whole team in