Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah I was dead in the dirt Now I walk in the Word Uh, look [Verse 1] Came out the gutter with guilt on my jacket Heart like a casket, sin in the fabric Devil had a hit list, name in a bracket Jesus pulled up, said “Son, let’s crack it” (hey!) Whole lotta pain in the rearview Whole lotta stains that He cleared too I was tryna bang for the wrong crew Now I keep a Sword when I walk through Pressure on my chest like a bench press Now I got peace when I confess Gang full of saints, we don’t set trip We just let the old life exit Marked by the blood, that’s a red flag Heaven on my shirt, never rep tags If it ain’t Christ, that’s a dead bag I don’t chase cash, I chase jet lag (sent out!) [Chorus] I’m a blood-washed soldier, I don’t fold up (nah) Hands high when I ride with Jehovah (yeah) Used to run the block, now I run to the altar Devil want smoke, but my King go harder I’m a blood-washed soldier, I don’t fold up (uh) Heart turned stone into holy water Used to love sin, now I cut that drama Gang with the saints, that’s the real big armor (gang, gang) [Verse 2] Still from the hood, I ain’t switch codes I just let grace hit zip codes Pull up where they still let clips blow Talk about the King in my kinfolk (let’s go) They know the past, they know the dirt They see the change, they feel the work I talk cross when they talk work They want perks, I want church Bible in the hoodie like a concealed carry Every bar heavy like a thick dictionary I don’t need a chain for my worth now Got a new name in the earth now Warfare daily, I don’t play nice Demons get pressed when I claim Christ If you want peace, gotta pay price He already did that—take life [Chorus] I’m a blood-washed soldier, I don’t fold up (nah) Hands high when I ride with Jehovah (yeah) Used to run the block, now I run to the altar Devil want smoke, but my King go harder I’m a blood-washed soldier, I don’t fold up (uh) Heart turned stone into holy water Used to love sin, now I cut that drama Gang with the saints, that’s the real big armor (amen) [Bridge] We don’t play tough, we pray tough (pray tough) We don’t fall back, we stay up (stay up) In the dark place, we raise up Jesus in the gang, that’s favor (favor) Hands to the sky for the day ones Hands for the ops when the hate come Any dead heart, He can make one Hit ’em with the light till the chain’s done (brrah!) [Chorus] I’m a blood-washed soldier, I don’t fold up Hands high when I ride with Jehovah Used to run the block, now I run to the altar Devil want smoke, but my King go harder I’m a blood-washed soldier, I don’t fold up Heart turned stone into holy water Used to love sin, now I cut that drama Gang with the saints, that’s the real big armor (real big armor)
Tags
rap, Aggressive Christian trap banger, male vocals, snapping hi-hats over a grimy, distorted 808 foundation; verses spit double-time with stacked ad-libs, hook opens wider with chanted gang vocals and airy choir stabs, bass hits like a body blow, short drops before key punchlines to spotlight the vocal grit
Duration
2:56
Instrumental
No
Created
4/5/2026