[Intro]
Yeah…
They thought I’d be a footnote.
God said, “Nah… you’re a warning label.”
[Hook]
When I pull up, it’s a funeral for darkness,
Grace in my veins, Holy Ghost in my harness.
I’m not the Four Horsemen, I’m the apocalypse,
Christ in my corner, every demon on the drop list.
From the weight room floor to the block I miss,
I’m a walking altar, you can’t stop this.
Judgment for my old ways, mercy in my fist,
End of the old me—watch the plot twist.
[Verse 1]
I was raised where the gunshots sing,
West Coast nights with a broke-down king.
Concrete pews, liquor store lights,
Whole neighborhood on eternal nights.
I was one more story on the evening news,
One more name that my mama would lose.
Sin had a lease on my lungs and mind,
Devil had the paperwork signed and lined.
But the Lamb came through like a raid at dawn,
Kicked in the door that my pride slept on.
Found me in the back with a mask and plans,
Said, “I took your sentence in My nailed-up hands.”
Now I walk these streets like a slow earthquake,
Every step sayin’, “Choose—wake or break.”
Either bow to the cross or drown in lies,
’Cause I’m carryin’ the truth that splits the skies.
[Hook]
When I pull up, it’s a funeral for darkness,
Grace in my veins, Holy Ghost in my harness.
I’m not the Four Horsemen, I’m the apocalypse,
Christ in my corner, every demon on the drop list.
From the weight room floor to the block I miss,
I’m a walking altar, you can’t stop this.
Judgment for my old ways, mercy in my fist,
End of the old me—watch the plot twist.
[Verse 2]
Gym floor, plates clang like war,
Every rep flash back to the man before.
Used to press that hate, used to curl that pride,
Now I kill that flesh, let the old man die.
Devil in my ear like, “You still mine,”
But the blood say, “Nope, read the signed line.”
I don’t flex for the ’Gram, I flex to live,
Every breath in my chest is a gift He give.
I’m not here to be cute with the faith I claim,
I’m an airstrike called in Jesus’ Name.
When I speak that truth on a dead-end street,
Strongholds shake under saved man feet.
You can love me or hate me, but hear this spit:
Hell already lost—this is it.
Last call, last stand, last shot you get,
I’m the warning on the edge where the sun ain’t set.
[Bridge]
This ain’t a game, it’s a countdown tick,
Every beat in your chest is a bomb that clicks.
When the sky split open and the Lamb come quick,
You gon’ wish you listened to a fool like this.
[Final Hook]
When I pull up, it’s a funeral for darkness,
Grace in my veins, Holy Ghost in my harness.
I’m not the Four Horsemen, I’m the apocalypse,
Christ in my corner, every demon on the drop list.
From the weight room floor to the block I miss,
I’m a walking altar, you can’t stop this.
Judgment for my old ways, mercy in my fist,
End of the old me—watch the plot twist.
[Outro]
Yeah…
I’m not the Four Horsemen.
I’m the end of my sin,
And the start of Him.
