We ain't never want no fame, me and Jesus like Jordan and James
'Cause you can't talk about me without bringing up
His name, uh, name, uh, name, uh, name, uh, His name, okay
Too high where I'm lifting, protein mixed in, nobody finna get in his way, okay
Got the right dude, living like you finna die soon
Fly through like a tycoon, light through like it's high noon
In the night too, might move like I'm 9'2"
This weight (Okay), uh, heavy, uh, heavy, uh, heavy, uh, okay, yeah (Okay)
Mama, that's him again, Mr. Make 'Em Live Again, the world that you living in
I'm on the whole other side of the pendulum
I been frank, never been about the Benjamins
If I do brag, I'ma brag how my Mrs. never misses, and I never had no mistresses
Yeah, boy
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh, ah, okay, okay (Talk your talk)
Yeah, that's him again, trigger finger itching for a lie, I can kill again
Let me cook, boy, I'ma need a Michelin
Straight from the source, I don't need a middleman
They can put a M on my head like it's Michigan
Win again, score after score, Hans Zimmer playing
Uh, focus on my riddling
I got story after story, condominiums
They send the cavalry, but every weapon missing Him
I go to Calvary, I'm living where the Spirit is
Definitive living, just look at me and Jesus twinning 'em
Twinning 'em, twinning 'em, finishing each other's sentences (Damn)
Too many weak men with a gym membership
You ain't really militant, you just want attention
[Keanu & KB]
Brother, eugh
Daddy, I love you
Are you saying that 'cause I let you get on the song?
Yeah
Hahahaha
What's your favorite thing about God?
That He made you
[KB]
Singing my song, just singing my song, yeah, yeah, K to the second letter, boy
Came in this thing, I'm on 'em early
Pretty preachy, pretty churchy, in the temple like I'm Shirley, yeah, yeah, yeah
Smile, yeah, you always see my pearlys 'til the day I'm at the pearlys, Kingdom stepping and it's sturdy
Listen, they gon' do you dirty, 'nother rapper getting pervy
I'm the rapper that you need when your homies getting buried
And I'm like Curry, dropping thirty in my thirties, need a thirty for the thirty
Make a doc on how your boy ain't got no worries, yeah, yeah
I ain't worried, yeah, yeah, I know I'm wordy, yeah
If we talking Curry, got a Lamb that I'm serving, pardon me
I'm pardoned by the judge and the jury
Punchlines really flurries, run to God in a hurry, yeah, yeah, yeah
We don't do Bugattis, you can keep the party
And my boo godly, a different kind of hottie
But I do buy what she want like the Saudis
But she be wanting purpose over purses, what a calling, yeah, uh
Holy, holy, make it clear you know it's us
Still forty deep and unashamed when we rolling up
Childlike faith, I never change, I ain't growing up
I'm Nebraska, if this is corny, I ain't slowing up
And it's like that, yeah, yeah, it's like that
Yeah, I'm like that, yeah, your boy's like that
Is you like that, homie? Yeah, I'm like that
Yeah, it's like that, yeah, yeah
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