White Mustang - Intellectual

[Hook]

Oh, it’s the white Mustang, it’s the white Mustang, it’s the white Mustang

Yeah these things don’t change

He don’t give no dates, he don’t need no breaks

Need to break these chains ‘fore they break you

Aye, he coming through on a pale white horse, better say a prayer

Ha, running through cities like Nike, check the windows and beware, yuh

He do not care what you say, yuh, he take you up like a Selah

He coming through all the streets and he bleeding the block, and the cream of the crop are the only survivors

He taking the ones that rejected the Bible and making 'em pay and he send 'em to spiral right into the dirt

And he take 'em away they can’t pay with a purse

Only way out the grave is that heavenly grace and the ones who reject it go home in a hearse

Tear up the country that scream in the night

The demons they tremble as even the light is impeding on all in the way of its gaze

They try to escape in the maze they created but they couldn’t get an excuse from the Maker

I kill every time I put pen to the paper

I’m decorating the yard with these heavenly bars and I’m never submitting to Satan

Tongue tied when it comes to this

Never play both sides, only one I pick

Play the game right, I might offend the kids and cancel my composure the way I spit

Spit right in the face of danger, I believe the baby that came in a manger

I could see the way that He making a safer path of grace that makes me wanna be greater than

What I used to be

You better get used to me

I usually don’t spit like this but my God getting buckets and I gotta assist

How I came from the dirt now I’m diggin' a pit

For my past and my great mistakes, a good blast to my evil and sinful ways

All that just because of amazing grace, it’s safe to say I’m breaking my paper chains, let's go

I’ll go

Toe to toe with the masses, I know

God giving me chances I don’t

Deserve but a rebirth hit me first and I don’t know why I’m so independent

Red dot, I just got off a red eye

Don’t trip, killing beats like the red guy

No cringe, but I buried my sins in the pit

Put a grave, Rest In Peace to a dead guy

Dead guy with some dead ways

No way imma push around dead weight

Lord knows how I used to be, and truthfully I couldn’t see the noose for me the truth would be

I didn’t wanna be the one to tie it up

And now I know there’s a light up inside of us

And now I’m gonna let it shine, I’m on my grind

No reason to check your watch, you know the time