B. Coe - Renegades lyrics

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B. Coe - Renegades lyrics

[Produced by Apollo Brown] [Verse 1: B-Coe] I remember days, getting blaze, hitting hays On that [?], listenin' to renegades And in them days, I was in a a daze Cause I was sippin' on that liquid, I ain't talkin' 'bout no lemonade I used to fit the J's, hoping I get Minute Maid That sticky, icky had me clearing every dinner plate Thought I was cool, thought I fit the best description So I drink it slow, higher than a definition Sick repetition, fighting for some recognition I kept my head spinning like I had an exorcism Man, I was caught up in monotony, p**nography was stopping me And had your boy so obsolete Man, I'm attached to commodities Looking for a surface to scratch, like the lottery I was searching for purpose on who would father me I fell on my knees, now the Lord walks with me [Hook: Steven Malcolm & B-Coe] I be on my grind homie, no brakes Flow fire, like a propane Only by His grace, I'm a sinner saved Cause we ain't nothing but some renegades Some renegades Some renegades Cause we ain't nothing but some renegades Some renegades Some renegades We ain't nothing but some renegades [Verse 2: Steven Malcolm] I remember, back as a youngin' was g**ning and gunnin' Let me stop, man I'm frontin', was [?] and stuntin' Was lady lovin' and cuffin' and raining buckets like nothing Which led to plenty nothing, which led to my destruction Internal corruption, infernal eruption So I turned to the God who makes something out of nothing Talk about a transformation, I laid my life down and He me emancipated You see, I was a puppet just playing the hands of Satan Until I took truth to the face, animate it - eat the cake Now I see my direction, peep my perspective Seek His perfection in eternal redemption Welcome to the reception, and we the groomsmen who have caught the interception Give me that Just spitting facts to a culture who be needing rap Painting perfect pictures with a rugged cross up on my back [Hook: Steven Malcolm & B-Coe] I be on my grind homie, no brakes Flow fire, like a propane Only by His grace, I'm a sinner saved Cause we ain't nothing but some renegades Some renegades Some renegades Cause we ain't nothing but some renegades Some renegades Some renegades We ain't nothing but some renegades

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