Texty:
4Him Take My Life And Let It Be Interlude

Take my life and let it be Consecrated, Lord, to Thee Take my hands and let them move At the impulse of Thy Love At the impulse of Thy Love

Take my life and let it be Consecrated, Lord, to Thee Take my hands and let them move At the impulse of Thy Love At the impulse of Thy Love

Take my life and let it be Consecrated, Lord, to Thee Take my hands and let them move At the impulse of Thy Love At the impulse of Thy Love

takin my family to the top Uhh, remain hostile, flare out your nostril I make hip-hop, R&B, and gospel And y'all like, he can't be rich (yeah) He can't take trips, come back and

salad, I'm a toss it, eat that shit up, Rick Ross it Shit it out, bag it up, sell it, I'm so damn rebellious Cause my mother let me do what I want She

don't even know me (uh-uh) Platinum or gold, I get it sold (that's right) All I wanna do is see you dancin and clappin singin and rappin, makin it happen Keep it

I stood my ground Bitch, I get it up myself you just put it down They say I put my whole on display to my dismay Stop it you carryin on without logic Let

my family to the top Uhh, remain hostile, flare out your nostril I make hip-hop, R&B, and gospel And y'all like, he can't be rich (yeah) He can't take trips, come back and

every boy's hero And they fear it when they hear it when that little fucker's reciting my lyrics Yeah rebel nigga cheer it, dead parents everywhere It