I was wrestling like, should I write a verse?
The culture got enough clout chasing vultures out here tryna to prove their worth
They need attention
They can’t imagine me not trying to make myself look bigger off of this Kendrick mention
I can’t imagine his position
Before I got on my mission, I was a party victim
I bought the party favors
I used my trauma, my single mama to justify commas to pay the devil’s wages (whoo!)
Huh, that probably went over they heads
Basically what I said is “I was government fed
Bred for doing time in the feds
But Jesus bled”
Instead of putting dents in their heads, He turned his
My cup runneth over with nonsense
Their hearts grow colder, they love to do evil, they burn their conscience
I want the dealer’s head who gave my cousin fentanyl
Labels exploiting rapping addicts, man I’m sick of y’all
My daddy ran with Compton Crips, my uncle’s Piru
Stuck in the middle of this madness, what should I choose?
I should be choosing between Howard and Hampton
I love the people that I ran with, but look at the damage
You want me put’ you on, but I know you still with the scamin’
A crooked doctor took advantage and hooked me on Xanax
There’s killers sitting in their cells for taking somebody innocent
And they don’t even feel no remorse, the worst ignorance
But when I take a look in the mirror, the blood of Uriah’s on my hands cause I’m that killer
Who had Bathsheba in his quarters?
I’m that—
Who let Eve taste the fruit of death?
I’m that sinner
I deserve death, along with all these liars and hypocrites
Fake tough rappers who fabricate they predicaments
Fake deep guru pushing voodoo on the people
Telling folks that my God ain’t real, that’s real evil
Huh, I wonder what Lecrae would do?
Hopefully seek the hand of God, and tell them that he’s incapable
But truthfully, I’m nobody to judge
My good deeds are like some period blood ‘stays on a dirty rug
All I can offer them is Jesus’ love
I know it sound foolish to many like, “really, that’s all you got for us?”
Yeah, the cross is foolish to the perishing
The world will call me weak and the Saints will say that I embarrass them
I walked through valleys full of evil, I’m aware of it
I can’t condemn the world and burn all of the heretics
Love is patient, so I’m trusting in the narrative
And Christ ain’t watch the party die, He died instead of it
Speak On It!