PHILIPPIANS CHAPTER FOUR VERSE NINETEEN

God's blessings rain on me so I can never be dry
Poverty try me; e don die; riches of Grace so alive
Poverty mo ti gbéra; má lo ròpé you go see me lera
God dey run things for me; I no fit run out of money

No grenade on my mind, still, you blow my mind away
I never chop Akara bomb, yet you blow me up like this
Èjè Jésù ló wè mí this one no be dirty Money
I don spend ó ti rèmí This one na plenty money
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I don't do dirty money; been washed of water by the word
You talking blood money; the blood of Jesus ni mo ní
You into 4-1-9, I got Philippians 4-1-9
My number one business partner? that's the Holy Ghost's part na
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Dem been call you son of carpenter; now you make me hammer
Love so timely like time bomb; I don blow now I nail the money
You blow me up with grace, now so lifted high like "blomblom"
Pushed high by graceful riches into true endless reaches.
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Perfect health in wealth; Christ is the Genesis;
Nine digits still counting wealth from the book of numbers
Can't be pauper when God's papa, says Philippians-four-nineteen
My impact remains intact through insights from revelation

*mo ti gbéra; má lo ròpé - I have taken off; don't ever think
*Èjè Jésù ló wè mí - It's Jesus blood that bathe me
*lera - later
*ó ti rèmí - I'm tired of spending
*Blomblom - balloon
*ni mo ní - is what I got