Believe

Ohh, welcome to the Heat Academy

I came home after a trip to Atlanta, a different planet

Is where they thought I came from after my ship had landed

Truth is I had this meeting with God and confessed my sin

And he gave me this new beginning all I could do then was pen it

I came home after a trip to Atlanta, a different planet

Is where they thought I came from after my ship had landed

Truth is I had this meeting with God and confessed my sin

And he gave me this new beginning all I could do then was pen it

All down in my notebook, just a lot of verses

Me learning how not to curse was like learning to write in cursive

She still flirting with me even though we up in church

And I'm fighting to memorize all these verses up in the word

You would have never seen it coming

A couple months ago I'm getting high with my cousin

And fast forward now around campus I am buzzing

Not really but it felt like that, it felt like rap was just another passion

Never thought I'd be at the Grammy's talking about my fashion

You don't believe in God? Well how do you explain what happened?

I promise we ain't plan it, now Christians unashamed from Zambia to Manhattan

Still looking for the pattern? Come On

What would it take to make you believe?

More fire from the sky? Another part in the sea?

The honest truth is, that you ain't got the power to see

And let me take you on this journey, it all started with me

Wassup

What would it take to make you believe?

More fire from the sky? Another part in the sea?

The honest truth is, that you ain't got the power to see

And let me take you on this journey, it all started with me

Yeah

Most of the things I thought I'd never do I did though

And I ain't nothing but a man standing up on his tiptoes

Shoutout to Kirk Franklin, but I ain't him

I'm what happens when hip-hop lets all the Saints in

I wouldn't call it gospel music, but I'm Christian though

And this what happen when a Christian flow

Now it's funny cause I don't really got a home

And this industry saying leave him alone

Unless he become a clone

Have me singing the same old songs, no power in 'em

But I'm too hard to understand, I'm an algorithm

And evidently it's evidence I'm a resident

Of somewhere that you know that you oughta be but you never been

So try to get used to me, cause I'mma settle in

Reminding you to settle your heavenly settlement

A sight for sore eyes, or an eyesore, it don't matter

I own a label, and guess what, I'mma sign more