Moose juice, goose juice, eat up these rappers like couscous Nah, I ain’t tryna bite, the world’s looking dark, I’m just tryna be a light I got that candle, put it on a mantle, put it in a bushel? That’s a no-can-do That’d be mishandling all I’ve been handed, that’d be mismanaging all of my talents Half of what these rappers talking I don’t understand, yo; it’s money, money, money, money, trapping out the bando Ain’t flipping bills, riding ‘round in a Lambo; flipping through John, riding ‘round bumping Lamp Mode Ay, @ me if you wanna throw hands, el ganso de oro my handle In Florida, toes in the sand, you try me I’m throwing my sandal Wake up and I praise the Lord, some people say that I’m crazy for it Got the Word on me, they like “you a Christian, I can tell by your laser sword” We in the cut but ain’t taking shorts, we blazing forth with a crazy force With the Holy Spirit, our power ranges (rangers), might mess around and go Megazord Ay, I ain’t Tommy though, sometimes I doubt like Tommy yo I feel led (lead) and stay lying down like someone let the Tommy blow I’m just dust bro, I keep it one-hundo My faith is on mini, I’m tryna get it on wumbo You know, I wumbo, you wumbo, he, she, me, wumbo (Yuh, yuh) bump all that gusto, I’m tryna be humble Making this mixtape, it was easy to mix too much pride in it That’s why Still Jesus by Shai Linne made me rewrite it “Jesus is my co-pilot”? Yeah that’s a riot Jesus can pilot the plane man I’m just lucky to ride it Like I’m flying United; share a bit of what Christ did? I’m always down like Forest Whitaker’s eyelid I was lost like I was on Gilligan’s Island Fixing to dine in Hell, was on my Leonidas I’m in alliance with His Highness, yeah you might’ve guessed it He’s higher than TIE fighter pilots on psychedelics He’s higher than lie detector lines on a guy with a Set of fiery skinny jeans, I’ma say what I really mean He’s really king, claimed that I’m His son yeah this ain’t Billie Jean I let Him do the talking, Milli Vanilli to Elohim Willy-nilly with silly schemes, been in the factory with these Sweet bars like Willy, also, blood-washed so I’m really clean, for real

[Intro sample] Hold on to your butts Your scientists were so preoccupied with whether or not they could They didn’t stop to think if they should [Hook: Golden Goose] Gotta run the race that’s set before me like a track star Gotta make the beats bananas, gotta make the raps hard Gotta give Him all the glory ‘til I spit the last bar God brought life to my bones like Jurassic Park [Verse 1: Golden Goose] Gotta keep on racing for the finish like it’s Nascar Not to chase after fast money, fast women and fast cars We just chase the truth, we trace the truth in every land we are in U.S. and Africa, shout out to my fam in Blantyre I don’t ever front so you can catch me in the backyard I’m not of this world so you might look for me on Xandar Bass sounds like a T-Rex in the trunk, yeah, that’s Jurassic Park I’ve been in the kitchen like I’m a velociraptor (wack bar) But what’s a rap (wrap) without something cheesy? Just rapping (wrapping) ‘bout bread and who I meet (meat) is way too easy Let us (lettuce) add some salt like Jesus told me, I’ll be right back Shining before men so I guess this is just a light snack Not ready to sit down, put my food in a to-go box But y’all gon’ be waiting on me right after these songs drop First you’ll catch this, then get to itching like you got smallpox I’m on a roll like a mall cop, cause I— [Hook: Golden Goose & Trace “The Truth”] Gotta run the race that’s set before me like a track star Gotta make the beats bananas, gotta make the raps hard Gotta give Him all the glory ‘til I spit the last bar God brought life to my bones like Jurassic Park Gotta run the race that’s set before me like a track star Gotta make the beats bananas, gotta make the raps hard Gotta give Him all the glory ‘til I spit the last bar God brought life to my bones like Jurassic Park [Verse 2: Trace the Truth] Uh! It’s six in the morning Gotta wake up, brush my teeth, gotta get going Gotta go to church, gotta pray and praise, gotta hear His voice Wanna stand in front of the crowd, wanna tell my story Since I was a kiddo, I've been walking a wrong way, I was The definition of sin, they used to say Sex, liquor, violence, homie, that was my game I was dancing with the devil almost everyday Koma moyo siophweka chipulumutso sichibeka (But life ain’t easy, you can never steal salvation) Za tsogolo lako m'bale uzifunse wekha (Check your actions if they reflect the brighter future for your soul) Leka! Sintha khalidwe m'bale tadekha (You gotta stop the evil ways brethren, be humble) Dziwa olenga dzuwa sakondwa ndi imfa ya ochimwa (You gotta know that the Creator of the sun is not pleased with a sinner's death) No Jesus, no life You gotta stay true, you ain’t gotta tell a lie Go to the world, homie, please testify Then he's gonna bring life to your bones like Jurassic Park, uh! [Hook: Golden Goose] Gotta run the race that’s set before me like a track star Gotta make the beats bananas, gotta make the raps hard Gotta give Him all the glory ‘til I spit the last bar God brought life to my bones like Jurassic Park Gotta run the race that’s set before me like a track star Gotta make the beats bananas, gotta make the raps hard Gotta give Him all the glory ‘til I spit the last bar God brought life to my bones like Jurassic Park [Verse 3: Golden Goose] Die a hero or live long enough to be the villain Used to make the tracks but now I jump on tracks to kill them Trying to electrify ‘em like I’m Max Dillon I’m feeling fantastic like I’m in the Baxter Building You say I’m too comical like comics aren’t phenomenal I’m also theological, I’ve got a nerdy kind of flow It’s time to talk some Gospel though so let me be methodical and Try to bring the rhymes back to the Bible. Oh, I got it, so Before the God of Hosts got a hold, I was like the prodigal You gotta know, that kid that dissed his pop and spent a lot of dough Not living economical, his kwatcha flow got kind of low Then had to call an audible, said “sayonara, gotta go back to my father’s, try to get a job at home” papa said, “Pop a squat, somebody get him the finest robe, ice him out with a lot of gold” They killed the fatted calf, his bro said “that’s a lot of bull” Yeah, I got a lot of jokes, but now I gotta go [Hook: Golden Goose] Like a track star Gotta make the beats bananas, gotta make the raps hard ‘Til I spit the last bar God brought life to my bones, that’s Jurassic Park

[Verse 1] First thing in the day, gotta pray for my mom and them Praying for my church, CHH, and the godly men I Know in armed forces where they spray with the hollow tips Enemy wanna surround them and then get to bombing them I got confidence ‘cause I know the God they riding with It’s the God that said I should grab the mic and rhyme a bit Mountainous I need God’s help climbing this so this project can Take the game to school, and for free, that’s a scholarship Devil always creeping, want to eat me with no condiments God did not make me for you, I’ll send the chef your compliments He ain’t sleep, my spirit ain’t weak, but the body is Obviously, the enemy gon’ try to surround me with Lust and pornography, holler if you can vibe with me Gotta be able to relate when temptation is constantly Popping up on my IG, walking around on my street, mental photography, Tryna get rid of these images from the beginning of my teens so I Pray on, I stay prayed up, I bank on Him that’s a layup Put my alarm clock under my bed so I hit my knees when I wake up, yuh First thing in the day, bruh, before I get my k-cup, yuh I got bars, I mean my calls never break up, yuh When it’s all falling apart, I call the architect, it’s All for free, He never charges me, I never call collect He’s never sleeping on me like a narcolept, He Was awake waiting for me to call on nights I hardly slept, I Hardly benefit at all from following my heart and doing What it says, “deceitful above all” is what the prophet said, so Everyday I pray to get my heart correct, there’s a lot of Garbage my heart is hard-pressed to wanna get, but the Psalmist said “the Lord is my shepherd and I shall not want.” My God stay with that rod, so I walk the way that I talk and Talk the way that I walk, ‘cause I’m in the flock, and the House I built won’t rock, ‘cause I built it on the rock [Hook] I pray on (16x) Built it on the rock House I built won’t rock, built it on the rock He’s got power, milliwatts And I’m in the flock This beat’s just a little too hot, I think I gotta get one more verse in But you guys gotta rock with me on this one, alright? Watch the beat drop [Verse 2] If you a real believer in Jesus, stand up Now drop to your knees, throw your hands up Contrary to atheist propaganda, the Fervent, effectual prayer of a righteous man avails much Aside from the Word of God, I ain’t saying much Pray without ceasing, in other words, you should stay in touch Unbelievers think that it’s just empty stanzas but It’s a Jesus thing, so you wouldn’t understand us Drop fire like Elijah, wood, stone, and dust Burnt up to ashes, damp, no matches Sleeping on Jehovah, they got flipped off the mattress Baal must’ve bailed, ask his prophets if the man’s clutch We all turn to higher powers, I look to the Man above Some look to the government and some pick up that cannabis Some think that there is no God and some think He abandoned us If that’s it then I submit that He just followed after us Take prayer out of public schools then complain He turned His back on us We losing lives, you act surprised, but you tore down those commandments Is morality a reality if we’re practically just animals, Moving randomly? Were the casualties really tragedies at Sandy Hook? Can it be that we’re masterpieces, crafted beings that are valuable? Actually more than our anatomies, in the natural? But you mad at me ‘cause I’m on hand and knee, you call it apathy, I call it tactical ‘Cause I got enemies, a lot of enemies, I call the cavalry, it’s only rationally, I gotta Go to war on ‘em, don’t speak on His name Voldemort on ‘em, don’t act like He ain’t Lord of lords, homie, I might go insane Got a sword on me, double-edged blade Knock ‘em all down, no gutter balls All strikes ‘cause, before Christ, all are gonna fall When the Three strikes, no turkey, Butterball Thoughts and prayers for my enemies I love ‘em all

[Verse 1] Hey, I know that this is random Psych! I been calling you, how hard is it to answer? Instead of going ghost on some Danny Phantom. You know I’m too proud to beg and I ain’t one for throwing tantrums, but I just think it’s funny how you treat me like a burden. When the Burdens of your life got worse, who was it that you turned to? You were So hurt and no person paid you mind. Don’t forget All the times you were just crying, feeling deserted and you Always seemed so relieved to see me—yeah, that’s for certain. When you Didn’t see me, you’d get to fiending, your body squirming. When you Did see me, you’d stare at me like a TV network and wish you Didn’t leave me cause nothing else could quench your thirst when you thought you Didn’t need me. Waste our quality time at church and pop in Another CD of one of those BS sermons. Martin, Baucham, Washer, MacArthur, Bonhoeffer, and Charles Spurgeon Combined couldn’t keep me off of your mind, it isn’t working. And all This talk of page turning but the page is torn so all Those thoughts of leaving me, you should say “so long” Stop waging war, you can stay at home and be Safe and warm in my gracious arms. And when your Face is long then say no more I flip that Frown upside-down like a skater’s board. We Don’t speak as often but when I’m calling No doubt you’ll holla back—Gwen Stefani It looks as though you’re trying to resist I know that you want this so don’t Act like you don’t know what time it is Just like you’re J.R. Smith. I’ll pull Up at three if you send the address I swear you won’t regret. And you Know I know you know just who it is Your dirty secret [Verse 2] New phone, who dis? Hold up, you in My phone contacts saved as “nuisance” Old wine, new skins—that’s all you is Usless. I’ll take this time to just Say my two cents. Maybe eighty-two cents plus Eight. Gee, maybe I’m too loose-lipped. But add the Times that I thought you were a dime, that’s so stupid that I Gotta keep it a buck. Alright man, let’s do this Though honestly a lot of what you say’s true I hope that you’re not waiting on a “thank you” Why? You never gave me joy or kept me safe, you Are just the thing I used to be enslaved to I spent all these years waiting on a breakthrough Always starting over like “take two” And this is something that I had to pray through But honestly I really, really hate you You’re the epitome of the pit of me, the Difference between me and who I publicly pretend to be but I can see the privacy is power to my enemy so I told everybody about you and what you did to me Putting lies in my head while lying in the bed with me Kept me up late at night so I woke up with no energy Thought that you would be the death of me, now you’re just dead to me I know I’m delivered because King Yeshua bled for me And you’ve been slowing me down on the road of Life. I ain’t riding with you no more so Bye. Kick you out the door baby, so cold (Ice, ice) Did you stop? No, I just drove on By. Yeah, I was staring at you like TV (Yuh) If you looked back, you wouldn’t even see me (Nah) Now I’m skipping out like CDs Cause I’ve been getting played on re-repeat Had me feeling like I can’t stop but I Can do all things cause I have God and He has Me. I’ve been purchased for certain. Addiction had me Now when that serpent’s lurking, I’m Riki-Tiki-Tavi Steady swerving and curving like girls on Instagram be To a thirsty nerd in his thirties who’s getting chatty, I’m Playing, bruh. Anyways, don’t stay in touch. Hold up, what you Saying? Huh? It sounds like we’re breaking up [Bridge: Spencer Johnson] I’ll never know how much it cost to See my sins up on the cross I’ll never know how much it cost to See my sins up on the cross

[Verse 1: Golden Goose] The Bible says “husbands love your wives like Christ loved the church” I’ve never had a wife, only had something in the works but Falling in love I don’t recommend it when it Comes to somebody you can only be friends with Yeah I awakened love too early then later regretted, like “Forget her and find someone better—you’d better forget it” But then I started thinking how Christ felt when I’d reject Him And then I started asking this question, like— [Chorus: Francessca] Did Christ love the church when she wasn’t the church And did it feel like this? Was it pain, was it hurt when I wouldn’t say a word Or want to live righteous? Oh, I wonder if it was Anything like premature love Did Christ love the church when she wasn’t the church And did it feel like this? [Verse 2: Golden Goose] Now hold up, I’m not Jesus, don’t nail me for blaspheming I’m battling past demons and feelings of inadequacy And I’m mad at the man in the vanity, full of vanity Wishing I was more handsome or talented than I am, you see This is not the case for Christ—Lee Strobel So don’t think that the analogies agree in total But there are parallels, the same thoughts kept coming ‘round like a Carousel and God spoke, but I didn’t hear him well When will she pay attention? (when will you pay attention to Me?) I just want her affection (you hardly praise affectionately) I, at the time of looking for a hand to hold Was giving the Lover of my soul the cold shoulder People grow older, their hearts grow colder Like she’s supposed to be the bride but nobody told her Of the love letter, she’s never read a word of the Word I wonder if it hurts Him, in other words— [Chorus: Francessca] Did Christ love the church when she wasn’t the church And did it feel like this? Was it pain, was it hurt when I wouldn’t say a word Or want to live righteous? Oh, I wonder if it was Anything like premature love Did Christ love the church when she wasn’t the church And did it feel like this? [Verse 3: Golden Goose] Holy, holy, holy are you Lord, we adore You Find somebody who loves me more, I implore you Some come close but can’t score, this ain’t horseshoes Some, it’s no love, they just judge, that’s a courtroom God invented love so He’s the One that can do it right He put it on display for all to see, call that a movie night He knew the price, He knew He’d have to be crucified What kind of love would choose to die for you and I? And as for my relationship status, I place that in the hands of My Master and Savior who’s more patient than man is He’s my Maker and He knows all my behavioral patterns He knows that which may be great today but later cause damage In the wake of tragic devastation, heartbreak, abandonment, Dismantled relationships, our Savior stands and waits for your and in His Ain’t it romantic? No Titanic, He’ll never let go I want to love Him with the kind of love I’m tryna be shown [Chorus: Francessca] Did Christ love the church when she wasn’t the church And did it feel like this? Was it pain, was it hurt when I wouldn’t say a word Or want to live righteous? Oh, I wonder if it was Anything like premature love Did Christ love the church when she wasn’t the church And did it feel like this?

Rain, rain rain rain, rain Rain, rain rain rain, gon' make it Open the flood gates of heaven let it Ha-ha, ha-ha, okay Ha-ha, ha-ha, okay Okay, can I rap rap rap? You can call my music trash trash trash I won't get mad I'll get glad glad glad 'Cause that means I'm in my bag bag bag Oh you-- oh you mad mad mad? Oh my-- oh my bad bad bad All I heard was yap yap yap I do not listen to that that that Aint pull up in a 'Rarri, hop up in the Civic we can kick it like karate, get it how you Live hot boy how 'bout we kick a Freestyle spit it hotty like wasabi, yeah I be Rapping like a sushi roll and acting quite unusual 22-year-old intellectual going dumb like a 2-year-old Jesus Christ renewed my soul so I'm hyped up like the newest clothes Demons scheming, I don't miss a beat man I clap back on the 2's and 4's Why don't you just do as told? I don't do what I'm told Society gets a eye roll, can't typecast me that's a typo, man I'm Plugged in like iPhones, where He leads me I go, I'm in Good hands like Allstate that's ensured (insured) like Geico and they All wanna know what I'm smoking I'm just high on (Jesus, man) Give me that Holy Spirit and I'm way up like I'm Peter Pan, your Medicine I don't need it man, your self-help you can keep it fam I'll just go back to the Bible and listen to Paul and John like a Beatles fan I pull up in the Civic, look at the bars Look at my life, you cannot spot the difference, tomahto tomayto Though I wouldn't mind getting hot and blowing up like a volcano I'm probably gon' never go pop, but I got the flavor like Faygo I'ma just listen to God, day of the Lord's what I wait for Thessalonians 5, be sober and watch yeah I told 'em all they should stay woke They told me that's not what that means, I said it is now that I say so You might not see me with green, but I'll chop a beat up like Kato (Okay doe) and I never fade Wartime, everyday Big fights, heavyweight Really really, Kevin Gates Way up, levitate, Lion of Tribe of Judah, I have been tryna be junior since Way before 11th grade, my Father's the ruler, angel army for shooters, you know I-- I pull up in the (skrrt), Genesis 2:7 yeah we came up from the dirt HGA it's on my shirt, I'm just taking in these Blessings if I say I'm taking perks (percs), wanna inherit the Earth, gotta stay meeker than Mill, gotta keep fishing and keeping it real (reel) Wanna hear Jesus say "well done" hope He sending me back if I'm medium-well, ain't no Good burger, ain't no Kenan & Kel, it's a good word and I'ma read it myself, they Make it illegal, I'll see you in jail 'cause the world is wicked like Idina Menzel, I Give you the gospel I'm meaning it well but they say every verse is a lecture I respect that's your opinion but that is not true 'cause I'm not a professor I can just see through the ruse and I pick up the clues so (Clouseau) they call me inspector Honestly I just be aiming to get you headbanging until all your necks hurt I swear this track is so hot that I played it and I had to take off my sweatshirt I swear this track is so hot when I played it it set off the fire detector The way I be eating the beat they gon' lock me up just like I'm Hannibal Lecter, the Cannibal, it's G-O-L-D-E-N G-DOUBLE-O‐SE, all Capitals

[Hook 1] Crickets, crickets, all ya’ll been hearing is crickets, huh Don’t worry I’m back and ready for action, I need a break from the chick flicks, huh If you tryna hate, I’m just gon’ skate on you I might hit a kickflip, huh I took a break, ya’ll had to wait, my bad I’m back on that mission, huh Crickets, crickets, all ya’ll been hearing is crickets, huh Don’t worry I’m back and ready for action, I need a break from the chick flicks, huh If you tryna hate, I’m just gon’ skate on you I might hit a kickflip, huh I took a break, ya’ll had to wait, my bad I’m back on that mission, huh [Verse] Uh-oh, I think it just kicked in, that Holy Spirit got me acting different I take it daily call it a prescription, I need it mainly cause of my condition I took a break that I never intended, life went a way that I never expected My hype went away, I too often depended on kindness from people who weren’t with the vision (Fine, I’ll do it myself) Now I’m looking like Thanos in a pair of Nike tennis shoes, kill half the game hope the other half remember you If I have offended you, that was unintentional, but at the same time that’s life—what you finna do? Lot of ya’ll living like Squidward Tentacles, all big mad like the Hulk it’s incredible All big sad tryna sulk and be miserable, only want beef—ya’ll ain’t ever had a vegetable? Lot of ya’ll looking like you listened to the same song too many times now your mind and your brain’s gone All around the world and underground like Digital, folks tryna understand life cause it’s difficult Running and running in one place like ellipticals, I wonder if I’m in a good space to get biblical and Drum up a couple of life lines I can speak, well son-of-a-gun if it ain’t a mic and a beat I think I can give you the answer and I ain’t just preaching we talking ‘bout practice Aye I (A.I.) think that you lost, need a atlas, but you can get broken at the cross no Allen That’s a Iverson scheme, I could rhyme on this beat ‘til I’m blue in the face but while rhyming on-beat So nice and so clean like the whitest of tees in 2003 that’s what I’m tryna be ‘til it’s— [Hook 2] Crickets, crickets, all ya’ll been hearing is crickets, huh Don’t worry I’m back and ready for action, I need a break from the chick flicks, huh If you tryna hate, I’m just gon’ skate on you I might hit a kickflip, huh I took a break, ya’ll had to wait, my bad I’m back on that mission, huh Crickets, crickets, all ya’ll been hearing is crickets, huh The devil been working, I had to swerve him (skrrt, skrrt) just like a Ripstik, huh When God teaching lessons, don’t try to wrestle Him, I wouldn’t risk it You act out of pocket, He touch your hip socket, you walk with a limp like Bizkit