started in the basement, ended past the rooftop/ ridin wit them cats that used to blast Tupac/ now we on the same team, saw through the smokescreen/ Jesus is our dope, so we became a hope fiend/ no crack, in the armor of God/ rebels takin on the long arm of the law/ was locked, down til we was sprung free/ by His heart, track star, means He runs things/ the enemy gots to fade away (Kobe)/ chosen ones know what the Word say (roll deep)/ Father, Son, Holy Spirit and the written text/ depend on people (well then you aint livin yet)/ trust in yourself, well look where that got you/ and lets not forget that haters give you props too/ shoot not just the talk but the walk to-/-wards God then the favor's gonna stop through/ the future, success of the blessed/ His presence is a present and our past off our chest/ aint no stoppin those that know authority/ satan tried to run some game but then he went and tore a knee/ speak in tongues when he come with that foriegn speak/ claimin God's Word then he sweatin like that Georgia heat/ no stressin, restin, dressin fresh and answerin the call of duty, haters leave a message