The Saints - Andy Mineo (C-Lite)/KB/Trip Lee

I don't know but I've been told when the saints come marching in we roll

So deep that they can't believe we sold out seats and them cd's

Please don't sleep on the beat I beat up these

Still don't get it would you keep up please

We ain't no heroes for sale if you bought one better keep your recipt

Ok I get it I know what they thinking

We some kumbya singing corny christians keep your disses

By a ticket to a concert pay a visit think it's odd

We dem blues brothers 116 on a mission from God

I don't think they get it I really think what they gotta do is see it to believe it I wasn't planning on leaving them

Gimmie the microphone with no gimmicks I'm really living it so when they come in and don't you know to get up on the evidence

You ever wanna get it well tell 'em to come and get it

I point 'em to a God and we tell 'em we really wit Him

They thinkin' that I'm trippin cause I'm livin' for more than just rappin' but that's what happens when

Oh no here they go go

Them boys sold out no promo

Tell me give em 2 years it'll go cold

But them boys got 8 like O-JO

Imma keep it 300

Industry probably wanna see us so

But we in the in week in the weak livin we give it our God don't do any wrong

The aroma is that our God saves

Married to the Rock and I'm faithful

To take these words Beyonce

Don't it feel like we famous

When the world will know what are name is

But heaven knows us baby and that book of life is that a list

I'm so rich and I ain't talkin bout cheddar

But I bank on Christ go and talk to the teller

Cut the checks that I get I'll be cashing forever

Laugh at the saints that ain't a thing go

They be lacking to pay that thinking straight

Man we ain't lacking a thing rack in the faith

Paid by the blood of the Lamb that is paid

Debt is paid

Now I don't know what you've been told about us bout us

But we gon' love em even though they doubt us doubt us

We just visiting like we some out of towners

Got em asking us how does this God turn ya'll into shouters

We don't really think we better call us perfect no never

But we glad to be call saints cause God called us that in the meadows

Set apart for the Savior He's led our heart to the Maker

Forget the art that we making if we never love our neighbors

You might catch us whilsting marked to the spot straight glistening

Shining cause we filled with Him you might wanna listen in

Messiah came down the He reigned and He rose

Here yeah they go with this again

That's what makes us love our neighbors

We not just omitting sin