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Hands in the Air Like This - Christian Rap

[Intro] Yeah Uh Look This that Hands in the air like— [Chorus] Hands in the air like this (like this) If you know grace hit different (hit different) I was in the dark, now I'm lit (I'm lit) Not my glow, that's His, that's His Hands in the air like this (like this) Whole squad came back forgiven (forgiven) Devil talk loud, we dismiss (we dismiss) I don't brag on me, I brag on Jesus [Verse 1] Used to scroll ‘til my soul got numb Heart so cold that my own thoughts stung Tried new highs just to dodge my lows But the comedown hit, and it broke my hope Heard, "Pull up to the back row, bro" Sat real still, tried to act too grown Pastor said, "You been running from home" Felt that hit me right through my phone I was tryna flex for the timeline Filters on pain, say "I’m fine" But He saw through the captioned lies Put my shame on His back, then died Third day, whole script got flipped Stone rolled, old chains got snipped Now I walk with a scarred-up King Every step got a purpose in it [Chorus] Hands in the air like this (like this) If you know grace hit different (hit different) I was in the dark, now I'm lit (I'm lit) Not my glow, that's His, that's His Hands in the air like this (like this) Whole squad came back forgiven (forgiven) Devil talk loud, we dismiss (we dismiss) I don't brag on me, I brag on Jesus [Verse 2] I don't need clout, I need freedom I don't chase trends, I chase Jesus I was that kid with the broken home Now I got fam everywhere I go We got church in the locker room, pray pregame He the coach, I just run in my lane If I miss shots, still His name I claim ‘Cause the W's His, He can use my pain Yeah, I got doubts, I just bring ‘em to the throne Tears in my eyes, but I never cry alone He can turn a phone light crowd to a choir Every little voice yelling "Holy" higher Tell the kids, you ain't gotta sell your soul Ain't gotta hit send on that pic they want You already loved, you already known Got a crown on your head from the day He rose, like [Chorus] Hands in the air like this (like this) If you know grace hit different (hit different) I was in the dark, now I'm lit (I'm lit) Not my glow, that's His, that's His Hands in the air like this (like this) Whole squad came back forgiven (forgiven) Devil talk loud, we dismiss (we dismiss) I don't brag on me, I brag on Jesus [Bridge] [low vocal register] If you came from the bottom, put ‘em up If you healed from the hurt, put ‘em up If He met you in the mess, put ‘em up Both hands, both hands, both hands up [crescendo] If your shame got dropped, put ‘em up If your fear got blocked, put ‘em up If your past got washed, put ‘em up Both hands, both hands, both hands up (yeah) [Chorus] [Chorus]