Bet on Christ - Bizzle

This game, Lord I don't wanna play I wait the day that you take us away, ohhh And I ain't turn to struggle and pain Just trying fight what's in front of my face, ohh There's something greater there's gotta be But I'll walk in your ways 'til the day that I gotta leave Faithful, I try to be Until the day you return for the saints, I guess I must be Living in this game of Monopoly It's like the big game of Monopoly And most of us refuse to play properly Everybody wanna win, so they try to cheat But when the game's over, you gotta leave your property Anyway - and knowing that, we still try to cheat We rather win the wrong way then lose honestly And when you deep in the game, it's like you can't call it And for a minute you get the feelin' you really ballin' You own everything, you gotta hold stack Taking every 200 they get when they go pass And what's funny though - is when the game's done It's almost like you don't wanna let the money go But then the money goes back to being paper, dawg And you see it's only worth something while the game is on And you bring it with you either Except for the fact that you're still a cheater Win or lose, you're still a cheater (Chorus: Christon Gray) This game, Lord I don't wanna play I wait the day that you take us away, ohhh And I ain't turn to struggle and pain Just trying fight what's in front of my face, ohh There's something greater there's gotta be But I'll walk in your ways 'til the day that I gotta leave Faithful, I try to be Until the day you return for the saints, I guess I must be Living in this game of Monopoly It's like the world is the board that we playing on The Bible is the instructions He gave us all And His command is the rules that He gave every man But we choose to go through the gameplan wrong And, oh how wicked the bankers are But it's the greed of the nation that they're banking on It's like putting money under free parking Everybody sees the benefit and plays along We all on the quest for hotels But take the wrong chance, you can go directly to jail You catch an L homie, you don't get to roll again Or it's 3-5 before you get to pass GO again Some of us on the board walk where they ballin' at Some will never get the chance to make it off of Baltic Ave And the Lord is the creator But the Devil got a hold on all the players Who you playing for? (Chorus: Christon Gray) This game, Lord I don't wanna play I wait the day that you take us away, ohhh And I ain't turn to struggle and pain Just trying fight what's in front of my face, ohh There's something greater there's gotta be But I'll walk in your ways 'til the day that I gotta leave Faithful, I try to be Until the day you return for the saints, I guess I must be Living in this game of Monopoly They monopolizing the whole board They control the water, the energy and the food source So if you weak and you lack faith in Jesus What will keep you from folding when They bring the mark of the beast in? Look what they got you ready to do for money What you gon' do when its either you take the mark or go hungry? And you feelin like the money's your protection But you keep it in their banks so it never leaves their possession On any given day, they can close the banks And you'll lose everything you traded to soul to gain And the only thing sure to stay Is the memories of what you did for it on the way But Christ came through in the flesh To write His law's in the heart of the community's chest, yes I suggest you know the Lord Cause when He comes back to close the board Homie it's game over Game over (Chorus: Christon Gray) This game, Lord I don't wanna play I wait the day that you take us away, ohhh And I ain't turn to struggle and pain Just trying fight what's in front of my face, ohh There's something greater there's gotta be But I'll walk in your ways 'til the day that I gotta leave Faithful, I try to be Until the day you return for the saints, I guess I must be Living in this game of Monopoly

We take it way up Higher than NASA off a launch and lift Off into the dark abyss past the stars where the Martians live Never will these archers miss they mark you see the darts we spit Have sharpened tips we aim for the heart and hit what our target is Like an arsonist lighting a match up and then tossing it Onto gasoline we're torching this, homie of course it's lit Like Rick James on Eddie Murphy's couch screaming out 'Darkness is' With no remorse we kick the grime And in this pond we are shark to fish GOM this is a remix, get a beat, flip, rip it to pieces Get a seat we up winners suite Finna eat we sitting wit Jesus Drop in it for the God risen He alive living in the midst of the people Try me, and if you're not feeling it Then bob really, I ain't feeling you either Whether or not you feel it I'm not Forgetting what God has given to me I could be locked up in up inside, a prison And not get visits or preach God willing ima give them the gospel till I'm not in position to speak You can knock it But I'ma rock with the rock and I'm not missing the beat, listen to me Dog, I was up in Walmart with a scan gun For the canned goods I could rap good, but I did what I could for the fam That's manhood Quit looking for the quick lick Told God if you're not with it I quit this That's when He told me no, you just go and be lit lit I been on the road, doing shows ever since then Tell em what I know Pray they souls they get lifted Messing with the flow but the goal is repentance Never get it twisted Daddy let me loose We gotta move, Bishop with the burner baby We got the juice, they hating on my team Cus we the truth Won't he do it, and we the proof We gon take them way way way Way way way, way way way Way way way up (Way way way up, way way way up) I ain't really with the back talk, homie But you know that ima talk back You ain't pitching you could balk back You ain't got a ride, you can walk back Aye, we need to get the salt back Dark rap make the blackboard And if you ain't teaching from the Most High Lil homie you could get a chalk back Homie I could never go back I was down in the gutter mayne Low low, in a dark place Oh thank God He the Prozac Everybody gotta raise up Knees down, and the prayers up Lock down, homie stay up Tell em all that there's a way up The blood We covered by it Speaking up and everyone is silent If we don't, man y'all confused We be dropping jewels like a drunken pirate Show enough The party's uninvited With the Sunday fire I be praising God with Prolly leaving everyone inspired if They spirit's any higher they would mosh pit We don't really want that, do we? Man I ain't ever cared what the haters say Y'all tripping My sauce dripping Like a winner goes bathed with the Gatorade Flame in the 808 Straight propane, lemme demonstrate Put fire in the beat and do the same Thing Eminem and Jay did in "Renegade" Look up, (Look up!) Man look at what the God cooked up Coulda took us with a beam and a touch But (no) good God that's mean in the clutch Teaming it up With a rough punch and I don't play game like putt putt, (swing) Gotta let God be the gut punch He's running the play like hut hut If you really tryna have a dust up Hunk your pride and recognize we're just us Plus the Mighty Hand of God A rough gust Swinging with your might You'll get your bust up Come hear the kid and get your roughed up Like Paul and Silas Tell em and then cough it, virus Benefit righteous Feeling it Living it Pie us, Bias