You Will

[Verse 1:]
When you see me I'm in uptown baby
What you know about me oh
Nothing really well let's change that
See I came back I took a break but now I break that
Formerly known yeah I made that
And them car-tunez every Saturday
Eat your breakfast (Tell 'em play that)
Yeah I got lines like bar codes
Yeah I got jokes like Bart Simpson on bar phones (Moe's Tavern)
How you acting dumb on your smartphone
Fishers of men so I stay looking
Casting nets like I'm straight Brooklyn
Oh your life so hard
Why don't you face your problems don't Facebook em'
Satan trying trying to make the straight crooked
With the porn sites but I ain't looking
I got bands that'll make her dance
That's a wedding ring for my wife – bling
I'mma say that twice – bling
Ladies if you ain't got one
Don't give him none true love is waiting
And you so worth that
I know you heard some bull crap
But if you headed down the wrong path
Go ahead and turn back
You're never too far to be made new
They said you damaged goods but it ain't true
I testify to that I ain't lying Jack
You could check with my whole crew whoop.

[Hook:]
Y-O-U, Owe me nothing
No nothing [X2]
I know you will [x10]
Even when they say you won't
I know you will
I know you will [x2]
Even when they say you can't
I know you will
No there's nothing you can't do
Nothing in this world too big for you
So when they say you can't
I know you will [x2]
Even when they say you can't
I know you will.

[Verse 2:]
Er eh uhm uhm
Some say you can't
I say that you will
My sinning cost a grip
But Jesus paid the bill
You don't believe in miracles
I show you why they real
Some rappers don't got skill
But somehow they got a deal
Weird
I'm riding around in this airport
Flying around on my skateboard
And my glasses on like a straight dork
Oh your money tall but these days short
I love the haters so I pray for em
See them hearts we aim for em
So I tell the world and we stay touring
And we do it our way, we won't change for em
This ain't no fast food (Nope, nope)
You can't order us
They looking so confused (Heh)
What's the formula?
We just really want more of God
Na we don't really want more of us
Cause He did it we giving Him thanks
Even when they ain't awarding us
And them strip clubs money drugs
C'mon cous' you boring us
We heard it all before
And I'm still unimpressed with that sort of stuff
We were made for more though
With them award shows and you thank Christ
That lip service don't mean nothing
If you ain't about that life.