[Hook]
I-I-I-I-I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me
Cause I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me
I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me
Running from my trials thinking everything's groovy
I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me
Running from my trials thinking everything's groovy

[Verse 1: Seckond Chaynce]
Yo
If the lord don't use
Imma be like a tingling brass
Come with the power though I'm ripping it fast
Even if I got the attention of everybody in the audience
But I promise they won't be looking at that
They gonna look at the cats
I wanna border with this mic in this palm
Claim a christian cause Jesus could name a verse in this song
But it gon take a look [?] severed
Thinking I'm on a track of heaven if God don't use me
Assuming in a [?]
[?] attacking we're to be holy like a hula hoop
Not really living and when I spitting giving you the truth
Lucifer laughing at men at Seckond Chizzle [?]
Sum up what that means and I gotta do
Psalms 139 verse 23 through 24
Father God be searching me
So many things that he find unworthy
No more thought so proceed with that surgery
Cause itta hurt me to D-I-E
God looking me in the E-Y-E
Telling me to depart and get out of his face B-Y-E
Cause my diversion was a L-I-E
So forever nothing but hell I see
For the heart until I see
The awful I gotta get the heresy
Kingdom of the king was [?]
Without a two heart for God Imma chop with kerosene
Imma imma imma full c-c-court m-m-mess if the if the lord if the lord don't use me
Running from my trials thinking everything is groovy
Even though I got the talent and the ability and the energy to spit it like a uzi
Amos 5:18 through 27 shows me that I be losing
[Hook]
I-I-I-I-I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me
Cause I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me
I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me
Running from my trials thinking everything's groovy
I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me
Running from my trials thinking everything's groovy

[Verse 2: Er3k]
I finna pop it off
Dudes finna rock this dog
Dirty when I'm coming at you homie so you can see my God
Everybody be coming
And chopping
Cutting
And shutting
But we be loving
Like nothing
And everybody be running
From this thing
Givin a big change
With no sin stain
If you didn't know my God is doing big things
So Imma keep it moving
And everybody be losing
And stooping on to my level but did you know Imma rebel
Give it or take it
Man I'm shaking
About the music they be making
Soon as I go they start their hating
But these bodies start to fainting
Digging up in your brain its the Gospel homie that we painting
Give it up to Him man cause homie say man the King is waiting
Say I ain't playing no games I'm participating
From beginning to the ending
And everybody be sinning
But the mission is to go out and get em
And I be living the word
And I be given the word
Until I'm gone I'm a chopper
My God in heaven is your Papa
Don't try Him cause homie he will stop you
Everbody's going
And going in with the flowing
But they ain't really know that my God is your abba
Gotta keep it going as I turn the ignition I put my feet on the pedal lil homie I finna blast off
That spirit inside of me it be given me energy to the Glory of the father and I know he'll never back off
Check me in lil homie don't turn my mic off
Keep the instrumental playing finna take off
But they ain't really understanding that we show off
For the Lord God
And move it homie we go dog
I was rolling down the street in my sin
Blowing that hella smoke getting high with my friends
And now I've been changed by the Christ till the end
I ain't no full court mess my friend
[Hook]
I-I-I-I-I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me
Cause I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me
I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me
Running from my trials thinking everything's groovy
I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me
Running from my trials thinking everything's groovy

[Verse 3: KB]
J-E-S-U-S that's all I gotta say to my final breath
KB got OCD
I'm obsessed with Christ there's nothing wrong with me
Me and I can't breathe
Homie I gotta die so that I can breathe
Through the Christ in me I proceed
Speaking about and preaching about the glory of the gospel
Hold up
With everything inside of me I gotta be anomaly
I gotta be really modeling what I'm saying audibly
Grippin' the microphone I gotta give it to them mightily
Hold up
Don't nobody wanna hear somebody who ain't living
What the spitting in the booth
Continually you know I gotta go and put it in this dude
Oh my God to be used!
Plus I got disciples that making sure that I mean this they like
So what you got the crowd in all A's!
Like the dean's list
We've been seasoned
Sing for a single reason
It's in my genes kid
I pen hymns like a seamstress
Was living loosely until the Lord pursued me
Induced me
Then He moved me to see that gospel and its beauty
I could be bleeding profusely but if He's in my viewing
Then He can use me up
Truly homie I'm a full court mess