He's Misstra know-it-all Give a hand to the man With a plan Got a counterfeit dollar in his hand You know damn well he's got the super plan Playin' hard Talkin' fast

What goes around comes back to you Holy God man Well won't you lend me insight To your counterfeited tyranny Mouth fulls of christian view Thou hath to be blind Ends so plain to me Out of body and beside myself

Hand over your will and then you'll see Now get on your knees and worship me On your knees Can't you see I feel your pain? I've got Jesus running through my veins In this hopeless life that's turned on you Give yourself to me, I'll help you through

Ain't got no regrets, I can't complain my life is great I just woke up today made a hundred thousand dollar play I sold 'em, ran them bags before an hour hit So many blue hundreds they stickin' like they counterfeit, I print this shit Whole lot of ones

Me want fi hear you shout shout shout From you love the lyrics coming out me mouth mouth mouth No doubt we got the street respect And you know say that it never counterfeit yet Hear you shout Dutty then a tell them once again yow! Sly them a tell them