You know your boy, Crae, running for the prize, I'm gunnin'

The one that don't rust or break all of a sudden

The Holy Spirit got your boy doin' a dozen

Push up, push up, come on, work it out cousin

I run from the flesh/it be tryin' to rise

And I'm done with livin' gettin' drunk and high

I'm a son of El Shaddai, the most High, who most def want me to do more then get by

I look in the sky and I'm so inspired, to run for a God whose my soul's desire

My sole desire to run for Jesus

And give Him all the credit like I run for visa

I'm done with pieces/I found my dime

I run to the wife that the Lord provided

And we decided that we would run together for God's glory alone homie we ain't lyin'

I run to the Word cause my soul is thirsty

No runnin from affliction though they may hurt me

I do preach wrath but I speak on mercy

And grace by faith, you can call me churchy



Run, this is your race, boy. Run, don't stop.

Run til your blood vessels bust like a glock

Run like a Nascar run round the track

Run, boy, run, boy,



Naw I ain't sweaty and my breaths pretty steady

My feet don't hurt and my legs ain't heavy

I'm still in the marathon, I keep the pace steady

Temptation is quick/but the Spirit stay ready

My eyes on the prize/yeah, they fixed on Christ

Hydrated in the Word but the joints are tight

That's why I get with a coach, who can stretch your boy

Who can push, pull, train me and test your boy

And blooka, blooka yeah you heard the gun

That means run off the blocks, run!

The Son is where I stay focused

Avoiding sin and I pass the baton to the faithful men

And we never run in vain or for finite prizes

So when the race is done there will be no surprises

The world says quit/we ain't tryin' to hear it

Cause to quench our sin's thirst is to quench the Spirit



We still in it, dawg

We can't quit, ya'll

All my cousins who runnin wanna stick wid it, ya'll

Jezebel is jumpin/your path, you best run

They tempting you to puff, puff, pass/you best run

Keep ya kicks laced, get your grips straight before you quit, you kick, this is the big race

Forget a medal man it's bigger than that

Forget a 4.2 40 man you're quicker than that

The Holy Spirit got the breath you breathe

So if the cramps kick in, it's the all the breath you need

Wait on the Lord to renew you man

Don't stop, keep going, you can do this man

Keep the Word in your grip, keep the Word on your lips, keep a tight knit Christlike crew for fellowship

And before you see the end and the race is done

Find some people who are seekin' and teach em to run