Order came in, that’s Mark 16

Go out, light up every dark routine

Boots laced up, we don’t talk, we lean

Whole team ready like a SWAT Marine

I been ghosted by pain, but I texted faith

Said, “Pull up quick, we got souls to save”

They want smoke? Cool, I bring grace

But it still hit hard like a 12-gauge bass

Ain’t no luck, this purpose planned

Blueprint drawn by the Carpenter’s hand

You can keep that chain, I don’t need that brand

I’m rich in peace — that’s contraband

For the ones they left for broke

For the ones still tryna cope

For the love thеy tried to sell

We takin’ it back

WE ROBBIN’ HELL!

I’m runnin’ plays likе it’s fourth and goal

Whole crowd doubt, but I trust that role

Faith got range like Curry on stroll

I shoot from pain and still hit soul

Every scar a barcode, track my worth

I made peace out of all my dirt

If the devil got stock in hurt

Then I’m crashin’ markets ’til Heaven’s first

Booted up like updates hit

Ain’t no glitch in the Word, it’s lit

We raidin’ Hell, full force, no quit

Kingdom boys — we too fit to sit

For the hearts they broke for fun

For the kids still on the run

For the truth they tried to sell

We takin’ it back

WE ROBBIN’ HELL!

They told us to wait

We kicked down the gate

They built walls

We built faith

This ain’t about crowns or thrones

It’s about bringin’ our people home

We robbin' hell

WE ROBBIN’ HELL!