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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)
Details
GeneratedApr 5, 2026
Duration2:56
LanguageNL
Style
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
Credits
Prompt by
SuperFox304
SuperFox304ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Fast hard Christian rap gangsta style
