You Will

[Produced by Gawvi] [Verse 1] When you see me I'm in uptown baby What you know about me? Oh, nothin' 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 Get 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 actin' dumb on your smartphone? Fishers of men so I stay lookin' Catch the nets like I'm straight Brooklyn Oh, your life so hard Why don't you face your problems don't Facebook 'em Satan try 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, that ain't true I testify to that I ain't lyin', Jack You could check with my whole crew [Hook] Y-O-U owe me nothin', no, nothin' Y-O-U owe me nothing, no, nothing I know you will, I know you will, I know you will, I know you will I know you will, I know you will, I know you will, I know you will I know you will, I know you will Even when they say you won't I know you will, I know you will, I know you will 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, I know you will Even when they say you can't I know you will [Verse 2] Some say you can't, I say that you will My sin, it 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 ridin' around in this airport, flyin' 'round 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 tourin' And we do it our way, we won't change for 'em This ain't no fast food, you can't order us They lookin' so confused, what's the formula? We just really want more of God Nah, we don't want more of us Cause He did it, we givin' Him thanks Even when they ain't awardin' us And them strip clubs, money drugs C'mon cuz, you borin' 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 [Hook]