The Saints

[Intro] (x4) Left, right, left, right, left, right, huh! [Verse 1: Andy Mineo] I don't know but I've been told, when the saints come marching in We roll so deep that they can't believe we sold out seats and them CD's Please don't sleep on the beat, I beat up these Still don't get it, would you keep up please? We ain't no heroes for sale, if you bought one better keep your receipt Ok, I get it, I know what they thinkin' We some kumbaya singing corny Christians, keep yo' distance Buy a ticket to a concert, pay a visit think it's odd? We them blues brothers, 116 on a mission from God I don't think they get it I really think what they gotta do is see it to believe it I wasn't plannin' on leaving them Gimmie the microphone with no gimmicks I'm really livin' it I’m really living this authentic, I may not condone it but I don’t condemn it You ever wanna get it well tell 'em to come and get it I point 'em to a God and we tell 'em we really with Him They thinkin' that I'm trippin cause I'm livin' for more than just rappin', but that's what happens when... [Hook] Oh, when the saints go marchin' in Oh when the saints go marchin' in Oh when the saints go (marchin' in), saints go (marchin' in) Saints go (marchin' in), saints go (marchin' in) Left, right, left, right, left, right, huh! Left, right, left, right, left, right, huh! Left, right, left, right, left, right, huh! Left, right, left, right, left, right, huh! [Verse 2: KB] Oh no, here they go, go Them boys sold out, no promo Tell me give em' two years, it'll go cold But them words got ate like ocho I'mma keep it 300 Industry probably wanna see us gone But we in it, we in it, we live it, we get it, our God gonna do what he want We fragrant, The aroma is that our God saves Married to the Rock and I'm faithful To take these words, Beyonce Don't it feel like we famous? When the world don't know what our name is But heaven knows us baby, and that book of life is that A list I'm so rich and I ain't talkin bout' cheddar But I bank on Christ go and talk to the teller Cut the checks that I get I'll be cashin' forever Laugh at the saints that ain't a thing go They be lackin' to pay that thinkin' straight Man, we ain't lacking a thing wrapped in the faith Paid by the blood of the Lamb Debt is paid, debt is paid [Hook] [Verse 3: Trip Lee] Now I don't know what you've been told about us bout' us But we gon' love em even though they doubt us doubt us We just visiting like we some out of towners Got em' asking us how does this God turn ya'll into shouters We don't really think we better, call us perfect no never But we glad to be call saints cause Paul called us that in the letters Set apart for the Savior, He's led our heart to the Maker Forget the art that we making if we never love our neighbors You might catch us whistling, marked to the spot straight glistening Shining cause we filled with Him, you might wanna listen in Messiah came down the He reigned and He rose Here yeah they go with this again That's what makes us love our neighbors We knockin so let us in [Hook]