Get Buck - Pro, Chad Jones, Brothatone

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey where you goin'!

Where you goin'!

We give our life for the king and you know it!

Everybody get buck with me, get buck with me,

Get buck with me, get buck with me

Now give me elbow room, give me elbow room,

Now give me elbow room, give me elbow room

Everybody get buck with me, get buck with me,

Get buck with me, get buck with me

My wife, my family ain’t seen me like this

I told my mama I ain’t never goin' quit

He done made me alive, I ain’t worried 'bout my health

If I ever turn around it’s like I’m killin' myself

Where my soldiers at?

(Right here right here give our life for the cross we ain’t got no fear!)

Yeah I know it, we marching strong

Boy we got our armor on (It's on)

And we goin' set it off

Till we finally see our final throne

Here’s the Truth in 3D clear, no glasses though

Your vision’s jacked-up, kaleidoscopes

We goin' home, what’s the big hurry

The truth is sweet black and white McFlurry

See sin is like a water cycle, 'vaporate and come right back

Rainin' down on everybody, flood the earth just check the map

Make us wanna get the cash, stack the checks true collectors

Now we’re showin' his glory — new projectors

Hey where you goin'!

Where you goin'!

We give our life for the king and you know it!

Everybody get buck with me, get buck with me,

Get buck with me, get buck with me

Now give me elbow room, give me elbow room,

Now give me elbow room, give me elbow room

Everybody get buck with me, get buck with me,

Get buck with me, get buck with me

Uh, everything I have I lose it

Trusting in Christ I got something to gain and nothing to lose

I give up my life for the cross and now nothing’s the same (nah)

I’m lettin' Him rule, cause livin' my life on my own

Can bring nothin' but pain

And livin' for strength, nothing can change

I’ll pour out my life and now nothing remains

Yeah, I’m just a vessel for the master’s truth

Givin' my life for the faith,

As I wanna imitate everything that the master do

Get buck when we say through the master’s grace

Walking in love with the Master’s crew

Can’t wait till I see my master’s face

Tell the whole world I’m passing through

We coming with the fellas who be living unashamed of the gospel

Anybody wanna rather get it with the Father

Perfect model, for the Father we will take gun shots

(Brakabrakabrakabraka)

Can’t nobody tell me that He really never died

In the grave never living, and ascended up high

Ha, you get high high, man I’m in and like «In and no lie»

When I’m coming get up out my lane

PRo’s hard in the paint, Chad Jones, Brothatone pumping up like veins

Too strong coming and they running and beginning

In believing in the Father, we running

Ha, can’t nobody stop us but our King

Can’t nobody knock us, knock us

We’re hotter then weather, now put it together,

We coming harder than a «I'm done»

Hey where you goin'!

Where you goin'!

We give our life for the king and you know it!

Everybody get buck with me, get buck with me,

Get buck with me, get buck with me

Now give me elbow room, give me elbow room,

Now give me elbow room, give me elbow room

Everybody get buck with me, get buck with me,

Get buck with me, get buck with me