More songs by Aaron Cole
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Description
The beat here sounds like a confident ‘amen’ - not from a church pew, but from the street, where faith is held as firmly as the rhythm. There is no feigned holiness in the words: only an honest admission that luxury and fame are nothing without an inner foundation. Blessings seem to cascade down, while pride is kept in check by the reminder of the price of this life. The music bursts in with the energy of a victory march, but with the smile of someone who knows that true strength lies not in fists, but in standing firm and looking up.
Songwriters: Aaron Cole, Dylan Alexander Phillips, Cole Wolowatz, Perris Chariz, Demibbi, House of Waves
Lyrics and translation
Original
-Now let's begin the story. -A humble rapper with a terminal pen.
The greatest must be a servant of men. What a turn of events.
Dilly and Cole back to serving again. And the beat is crying murder again, but I ain't turning him in.
My problems being no big deal, I won't complain.
No biggie, but I'm keeping my faith, uh. I walk it out like UNK.
I trust the plan, then I send Him praise, okay.
Yeah, all praise to the man above. Yes, sir. Send it up, watch His blessings come.
Ay, usher in the Spirit, we got white gloves. I got it.
Uh, send my confessions to the man above. Yes, sir. There's a price to this life, and I'm like. . .
Yes, sir. I don't fight with the flesh, I got Christ. Yes, sir. Send it up, watch
His blessings come. Let's go. Ay, it's all praise to the man above. Yes, sir.
Yeah, uh, what you want from me?
Listen, He changed my life, I live in luxury.
See the evil in they eyes 'cause they love the green. Ay, I'm rich in spirit, live above my means. I'm out in
Switzerland 'cause shorty need the dividends.
Uh, if the opps at the function, then I'll still attend.
'Cause I know vengeance is the Lord's, so I don't benefit. If it weren't for that, we'd spin your block like a ceiling fan.
Not enough space to buy art with all these plaques on the wall.
Some days I keep it humble, I know pride bring the fall. Other days I'm like, "Pssh, they gotta see how we ball. "
I'm like, "Ay, out the way, I move with the cross. " Yeah.
All praise to the man above. Yes, sir. Send it up, watch His blessings come.
Ay, usher in the Spirit, we got white gloves. Uh, send my confessions to the man above.
Oh, Lord. There's a price to this life, and I'm like. . . Yes, sir.
I don't fight with the flesh, I got Christ.
Yes, sir. Send it up, watch His blessings come. Let's go.
Ay, it's all praise to the man above. Yes, sir.
All praise to the man above, first of all.
Dilly.
Amen. All praise to the man above from His ambassador.
Lessons probably take some algebra 'cause I can't add 'em up. Me and Cole like the Super Bowl, but this ain't
Canada. Paparazzi caught image of God inside they camera.
Demons tryna catch the team, but they ain't got the stamina.
Emptied out the magazine, but we ain't take no damage, though. Eat the flesh, drink the blood, Hannibal?
It's a covenant, it's not a coven, this ain't magical. This ain't magic.
Yeah, people build personas off of what they earn.
I ushered in the Spirit, He said let it burn.
Had to die to self so I could live and learn.
Took the Lord's name into my veins and I didn't curse. Dilly. All praise to the man above. Yes, sir. Send it up, watch
His blessings come. Ay, usher in the Spirit, we got white gloves.
Uh, send my confessions to the man above. Yes, sir.
There's a price to this life, and I'm like. . .
Yes, sir. I don't fight with the flesh, I got Christ. Yes, sir. Send it up, watch
His blessings come. Let's go. Ay, it's all praise to the man above. Yes, sir.
English translation
-Now let's begin the story. -A humble rapper with a terminal pen.
The greatest must be a servant of men. What a turn of events.
Dilly and Cole back to serving again. And the beat is crying murder again, but I ain't turning him in.
My problems being no big deal, I won't complain.
No biggie, but I'm keeping my faith, uh. I walk it out like UNK.
I trust the plan, then I send Him praise, okay.
Yeah, all praise to the man above. Yes, sir. Send it up, watch His blessings come.
Ay, usher in the Spirit, we got white gloves. I got it.
Uh, send my confessions to the man above. Yes, sir. There's a price to this life, and I'm like. . .
Yes, sir. I don't fight with the flesh, I got Christ. Yes, sir. Send it up, watch
His blessings come. Let's go. Ay, it's all praise to the man above. Yes, sir.
Yeah, uh, what you want from me?
Listen, He changed my life, I live in luxury.
See the evil in they eyes 'cause they love the green. Ay, I'm rich in spirit, live above my means. I'm out in
Switzerland 'cause shorty need the dividends.
Uh, if the opps at the function, then I'll still attend.
'Cause I know vengeance is the Lord's, so I don't benefit. If it weren't for that, we'd spin your block like a ceiling fan.
Not enough space to buy art with all these plaques on the wall.
Some days I keep it humble, I know pride bring the fall. Other days I'm like, "Pssh, they gotta see how we ball. "
I'm like, "Ay, out the way, I move with the cross. " Yeah.
All praise to the man above. Yes, sir. Send it up, watch His blessings come.
Ay, usher in the Spirit, we got white gloves. Uh, send my confessions to the man above.
Oh, Lord. There's a price to this life, and I'm like. . . Yes, sir.
I don't fight with the flesh, I got Christ.
Yes, sir. Send it up, watch His blessings come. Let's go.
Ay, it's all praise to the man above. Yes, sir.
All praise to the man above, first of all.
Dilly.
Amen. All praise to the man above from His ambassador.
Lessons probably take some algebra 'cause I can't add 'em up. Me and Cole like the Super Bowl, but this ain't
Canada. Paparazzi caught image of God inside they camera.
Demons tryna catch the team, but they ain't got the stamina.
Emptied out the magazine, but we ain't take no damage, though. Eat the flesh, drink the blood, Hannibal?
It's a covenant, it's not a coven, this ain't magical. This ain't magic.
Yeah, people build personas off of what they earn.
I ushered in the Spirit, He said let it burn.
Had to die to self so I could live and learn.
Took the Lord's name into my veins and I didn't curse. Dilly. All praise to the man above. Yes, sir. Send it up, watch
His blessings come. Ay, usher in the Spirit, we got white gloves.
Uh, send my confessions to the man above. Yes, sir.
There's a price to this life, and I'm like. . .
Yes, sir. I don't fight with the flesh, I got Christ. Yes, sir. Send it up, watch
His blessings come. Let's go. Ay, it's all praise to the man above. Yes, sir.