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  • We done came up in the game to rep the name, that's the norm,
    Not ya big body
    Lac, fat paper sacks, or your charm
    Not your lady-like diva you use to keep you warm
    And not the fat happy sack of doja to keep you calm
    While you big daddy grilling 'em,
    Sprewell spinning 'em,
    Cadillac killing 'em, the
    Lord ain't felling 'em
    See He's the
    King and your rocks ain't work a thing
    Yet you rock the bling, but you ain't gon' mock the
    King Cause the rocks would sing before
    He let you block
    His thing,
    Man just watch the scene because the
    Rock He is the
    King And He throwed,
    But you busy worshiping chrome, thick yella bones in the zone
    Trying to live life on your own
    And the Lord's chilling watching man trust himself while we all sinning,
    We front like we don't need
    His help But we all missing the fact that trusting in yourself
    While you called
    Christian is still sin in itself [Hook:]
    Houston we have a problem, we have a problem,
    Houston we have a problem, we have a problem [Verse 2:]
    Now you know that you should leave the streets,
    Puffing sweets, chasing cash from week to week,
    But you won't because you fiend to see your dreams
    Owning a house at that place where you can see the beach
    And easily get them girls that you can see that leave the beach
    So she can be your stand for one night in between the sheets
    And then you leave, hop inside your '
    Lac so you can peep the scene
    You keep it clean gripping on the grain as you sip the lean,
    Swanging mean, sinning like a pimp?
    Brush your shoulders off
    You can live like a boss, you can floss like a boss,
    Pay the cost to rep the
    North, rock a cross and still be lost
    Cause without the savior no neighbor no paper, no
    Jacob no make-up
    Could make up the break up, but make us forsake the
    Creator That's why we need a
    Savior that's why
    I'm hollering out
    Jesus, Drowning in our sin and we need
    Him to come retrieve us
    Believe us, it's time you stopped trusting in yourself,
    Plus your wealth, lay aside every weight before you crush yourself [Hook:]
    Houston we have a problem, we have a problem,
    Houston we have a problem, we have a problem [Verse 3:]
    So meet the thesis for my reading the bottom line is you need
    Him, Plus we're weak and we feening by nature to keep on leaving,
    Chasing beauty that's fleeting forsaking how we are breathing
    Replacing
    Jesus with bondage, like boppers, dollars, and pieces
    He died to bring us all freedom and rose so we could all meet
    Him, I know you heard this on
    Easter, but feast your eyes on the reason
    God would crucify
    His seeding when we ain't nothing but heathens,
    Love made
    Him cling to a tree when we deserved to be beaten
    All that so we ain't gotta trust ourself, trust our health, trust our wealth,
    It don't even make no sense cause it's gon' rust and melt
    Is it the grain, is it the gal, is it the grill?
    Or is it Christ who paid the price so you could live
    Or would you rather burn up in
    Hell for a mill?
    I doubt it, you missing that
    Christians are only
    Christians in
    Him Although we live forever right now we living better,
    Cause if you ain't living by grace you'll die by the letter
  • We done came up in the game to rep the name, that's the norm,
    Not ya big body
    Lac, fat paper sacks, or your charm
    Not your lady-like diva you use to keep you warm
    And not the fat happy sack of doja to keep you calm
    While you big daddy grilling 'em,
    Sprewell spinning 'em,
    Cadillac killing 'em, the
    Lord ain't felling 'em
    See He's the
    King and your rocks ain't work a thing
    Yet you rock the bling, but you ain't gon' mock the
    King Cause the rocks would sing before
    He let you block
    His thing,
    Man just watch the scene because the
    Rock He is the
    King And He throwed,
    But you busy worshiping chrome, thick yella bones in the zone
    Trying to live life on your own
    And the Lord's chilling watching man trust himself while we all sinning,
    We front like we don't need
    His help But we all missing the fact that trusting in yourself
    While you called
    Christian is still sin in itself [Hook:]
    Houston we have a problem, we have a problem,
    Houston we have a problem, we have a problem [Verse 2:]
    Now you know that you should leave the streets,
    Puffing sweets, chasing cash from week to week,
    But you won't because you fiend to see your dreams
    Owning a house at that place where you can see the beach
    And easily get them girls that you can see that leave the beach
    So she can be your stand for one night in between the sheets
    And then you leave, hop inside your '
    Lac so you can peep the scene
    You keep it clean gripping on the grain as you sip the lean,
    Swanging mean, sinning like a pimp?
    Brush your shoulders off
    You can live like a boss, you can floss like a boss,
    Pay the cost to rep the
    North, rock a cross and still be lost
    Cause without the savior no neighbor no paper, no
    Jacob no make-up
    Could make up the break up, but make us forsake the
    Creator That's why we need a
    Savior that's why
    I'm hollering out
    Jesus, Drowning in our sin and we need
    Him to come retrieve us
    Believe us, it's time you stopped trusting in yourself,
    Plus your wealth, lay aside every weight before you crush yourself [Hook:]
    Houston we have a problem, we have a problem,
    Houston we have a problem, we have a problem [Verse 3:]
    So meet the thesis for my reading the bottom line is you need
    Him, Plus we're weak and we feening by nature to keep on leaving,
    Chasing beauty that's fleeting forsaking how we are breathing
    Replacing
    Jesus with bondage, like boppers, dollars, and pieces
    He died to bring us all freedom and rose so we could all meet
    Him, I know you heard this on
    Easter, but feast your eyes on the reason
    God would crucify
    His seeding when we ain't nothing but heathens,
    Love made
    Him cling to a tree when we deserved to be beaten
    All that so we ain't gotta trust ourself, trust our health, trust our wealth,
    It don't even make no sense cause it's gon' rust and melt
    Is it the grain, is it the gal, is it the grill?
    Or is it Christ who paid the price so you could live
    Or would you rather burn up in
    Hell for a mill?
    I doubt it, you missing that
    Christians are only
    Christians in
    Him Although we live forever right now we living better,
    Cause if you ain't living by grace you'll die by the letter