[Lyrics]
[Keith]
Live for god,
Shake his hand,
Praise the lord for this holy band,
Live for god,
Shake his hand,
Praise the lord for this holy band,
Like a bird soaring high,
Reach to god and touch the sky,
Thank him for the life we live,
And a passionate prayer ill give,
Thank god for this land of heather,
I just wish that i could live forever,
COME ON
Live for god,
Shake his hand,
Praise the lord for this holy band,
Live for god,
Shake his hand,
Praise the lord for this holy band,
He took my dreams and made them true honey,
Gave me the fame and the money,
Showed me love and made me funny,
Everyday he clears my sky and makes it sunny,
His son was born in December,
And on the 25th we shall remember,
[Connor]
Coming up from the hood man,
Where the druggys kill each other for a tin can,
Mad 8 year olds cruising with they hoods up,
Drinking special brew from their old sippy cups,
If a boy ever threatens me they better run,
Cos a gangster never leaves the house without a gun,
Come from the city repping shit like everyday,
Cos you know in chelmsford that we get paid,
Keep it thoro I've never been a fake g,
On my own style like the boys mobb deep,
You clowns fuck around and die today,
Shots through you like a motherfucking x-ray,
People ask me when the next album drop,
They wanna hear that chart motherfucking hip-hop,
Paired with chief Keith and his mad pop,
Next album diss-ciples back on the block,
Go ahead Hit em up Keith
[Keith]
x 2 Live for god,
Shake his hand,
Praise the lord for this holy band Live for god,
Shake his hand,
Praise the lord for this holy band
[Keith]
Live for god,
Shake his hand,
Praise the lord for this holy band,
Live for god,
Shake his hand,
Praise the lord for this holy band,
Like a bird soaring high,
Reach to god and touch the sky,
Thank him for the life we live,
And a passionate prayer ill give,
Thank god for this land of heather,
I just wish that i could live forever,
COME ON
Live for god,
Shake his hand,
Praise the lord for this holy band,
Live for god,
Shake his hand,
Praise the lord for this holy band,
He took my dreams and made them true honey,
Gave me the fame and the money,
Showed me love and made me funny,
Everyday he clears my sky and makes it sunny,
His son was born in December,
And on the 25th we shall remember,
[Connor]
Coming up from the hood man,
Where the druggys kill each other for a tin can,
Mad 8 year olds cruising with they hoods up,
Drinking special brew from their old sippy cups,
If a boy ever threatens me they better run,
Cos a gangster never leaves the house without a gun,
Come from the city repping shit like everyday,
Cos you know in chelmsford that we get paid,
Keep it thoro I've never been a fake g,
On my own style like the boys mobb deep,
You clowns fuck around and die today,
Shots through you like a motherfucking x-ray,
People ask me when the next album drop,
They wanna hear that chart motherfucking hip-hop,
Paired with chief Keith and his mad pop,
Next album diss-ciples back on the block,
Go ahead Hit em up Keith
[Keith]
x 2 Live for god,
Shake his hand,
Praise the lord for this holy band Live for god,
Shake his hand,
Praise the lord for this holy band