Lyrics
Yeah… Vice City scripture… Let the bass say amen… Pull up with a purpose and a pocket full of pressure, Every lesson that I learned turned me into somethin’ fresher. I’ve been walkin’ through the fire like it’s part of the plan, Got the city on my shoulders, got redemption in my hands. They be talkin’ ’bout my history like it’s some kinda curse— But I rose out the rubble like a hook in the first. If the devil wants a deal, better show me the terms— ’Cause I ain’t sellin’ my soul for a couple of burns. I got mileage in my bones, But I turned the grind to gold… Street sermon 808s, Turn my flaws into bassline grace. I been sinnin’ but I’m changin’ pace— Every beat feels like a clean-slated faith. Yeah, street sermon 808s, Make the whole block shout “Amen” today. I don’t cap, I confess with a rhythm attack, Got a halo made of metal, keep it strapped to my back. If you look into my eyes, you’ll see nights I survived— But the heartbeat of the city kept my purpose alive. I don’t pray in the pews, I pray under the neon, Sippin’ truth with a kick—call it Double-A Freon. Every bar’s a revival when I’m droppin’ these lines— Turn the alley to a chapel when the bass aligns. I got mileage in my bones, But I turned the grind to gold… Street sermon 808s, Turn my flaws into bassline grace. I been sinnin’ but I’m changin’ pace— Every beat feels like a clean-slated faith. Yeah, street sermon 808s, Make the whole block shout “Amen” today. Even saints fall down, Even sinners rise up… There’s a choir in the claps, And a prayer in the sub… Street sermon 808s, Where the broken get remade. Vice City got me unafraid— Baptized by the beats I played. Street sermon 808s… Let me hear the whole block say “Amen.” Amen… amen… 808s keep preachin’ again…
Lyrics
Yeah… Vice City scripture… Let the bass say amen… Pull up with a purpose and a pocket full of pressure, Every lesson that I learned turned me into somethin’ fresher. I’ve been walkin’ through the fire like it’s part of the plan, Got the city on my shoulders, got redemption in my hands. They be talkin’ ’bout my history like it’s some kinda curse— But I rose out the rubble like a hook in the first. If the devil wants a deal, better show me the terms— ’Cause I ain’t sellin’ my soul for a couple of burns. I got mileage in my bones, But I turned the grind to gold… Street sermon 808s, Turn my flaws into bassline grace. I been sinnin’ but I’m changin’ pace— Every beat feels like a clean-slated faith. Yeah, street sermon 808s, Make the whole block shout “Amen” today. I don’t cap, I confess with a rhythm attack, Got a halo made of metal, keep it strapped to my back. If you look into my eyes, you’ll see nights I survived— But the heartbeat of the city kept my purpose alive. I don’t pray in the pews, I pray under the neon, Sippin’ truth with a kick—call it Double-A Freon. Every bar’s a revival when I’m droppin’ these lines— Turn the alley to a chapel when the bass aligns. I got mileage in my bones, But I turned the grind to gold… Street sermon 808s, Turn my flaws into bassline grace. I been sinnin’ but I’m changin’ pace— Every beat feels like a clean-slated faith. Yeah, street sermon 808s, Make the whole block shout “Amen” today. Even saints fall down, Even sinners rise up… There’s a choir in the claps, And a prayer in the sub… Street sermon 808s, Where the broken get remade. Vice City got me unafraid— Baptized by the beats I played. Street sermon 808s… Let me hear the whole block say “Amen.” Amen… amen… 808s keep preachin’ again…