Buss It - Guvna B, Beleaf, Isaac Borquaye

Still bussin' it

Mic check, 1, 2, still touchin' it

Man I pull up to the set with a and a Bible still clutchin' it

Eight years and I still hard

still write bars

Who else can rise from the dead?

Who else can pay the price on my head and still make art?

Straight up

Proper, straight up

Man I gotta set pace

Wake up

, lyrical

Got me spittin' them bars for the speaker

Nevertheless, I still roll with the preacher

He taught me about Jesus

And now I got my mojo back, I turn the page, I got over that

They told me God ain’t real, well somebody tell my that

on the block with a mandem

But He saved my soul, I gotta thank Him

I was a wretched sinner, but raised to be a winner so when I say

Buss the Lords prayer

Cross in the air

Bible and Read

Sow some Seed

Souls on scene

You’re about to buss it, buss it

I said buss it, buss it (hey)

Buss it, buss it, boy

I said buss it, buss it

We gotta thank God for the progress

And I ain’t saying I ain’t never seen no stress