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Dyllie, uh-huh You know them Christians is all bigots Want riches, burn bridges Build walls, tall fences All critics, quick to call y’all wicked But when it come to the poor, then it be all crick- I’m at Chick-fil-a with a single gay and we singing ‘Crae, finna pray Switch it to Kendrick and then the chicken came Renegade, not ‘cause it’s the quickest way to get the fame Penetrate, heart of stone and then I rode the living way Deconverted, you just tell ‘em, “Read the Word” Probably should bandage up the wound that you see bleeding first Meet them where they speakin’ Do not leave with you, a heathen first Be the person at their knees so they can see that Jesus works He can make lion out of liar Magic City a choir Transform you too if you feeling a little shyer Question: Did you think you too messy for the Messiah? Misconception is that your mess could disqualify ya Do not follow me, we follow the One who part the seas I can’t follow party of politicians so pardon me Full up on they neck ‘cause they never let air gonna breathe I know they confused, they thought believers could not agree My comment section Normandy Beach, it’s led in their speech SongtexteDon’t Stevie wonder why y’all got so bold on them keys I’m off of the leash My church clothes is all white tees And off-white jeans, don’t play with me, that’s all I need, boy Look, I got confessions I spoke with Yeshua about the Jesus that you mention He looked me in my face and told me that He never met him (Nah nah) So boy, I need apologies and then some (Right now) Then, add another zero, Messiah only wanna come free though I am not your savior or your hero A dummy told me Jesus wasn’t friends with the people I said you might D-E-A-F, how you feel? Y’all so uptight, you know that some of us finna cut, right? He still let me drink from His cup, aight? I hope I get you mad, ‘cause it’s better to be pissed off than pissed on I know it firsthand, it’s been raining on black lives Like you, I was on the East side too (What?) Knew a couple shooters hands high wit' a Ruber Get foolish, never know what a fool might do (Is you done? Nah) I was in the dark, no truth Grippin' for a limit, but I hang by the noose Look at me, I don't look nothin' at all like you Church full of hypocrites, they all like you Well, love what I found when I found that truth (Truth) Love gave it all, so it's all I do Who are you tellin' me what's love gon' do? Love ain't never make my daddy come through (True) And love ain't never help my mama get a roof over her head So tell me, what a God 'gon do? Listen Block of the church, pick a temple to run to Each side lookin' for the rock of Gibraltar Standin' at the cliff, either fly or you falter I choose life in the palm of Jehovah Hah, hah, yeah You know Look, I’on even know why I'm rapping, they never listen They like, “Ain’t that what’s-his-name who be gospel rapping, that Christian?” (oh yeah) I’m standing on a raft in an ocean waving a flame Like, “Look at me I’m friends with Kendrick, I’m not a lame” (Wow) Look, truthfully they’ll never let us get in The major misconception is that we supposed to fit in And we got Indie Tribe, we got Holy Smoke, trust the Holy Ghost You don’t need to industry to know you, if you know you dope Look, before the music, I was riding ‘round in my mother’s whip Now the Tesla doors rise up like the mothership Mind of a militant, abolitionist, citizen Literate as an immigrant Teaching people the infinite, Yeshua Yes, I’m serious Just in case you was curious My wife, half saint, half city girl (All period) Don’t need a reformation, my people was never Catholic Head above the water, my mama couldn’t be Baptist They don’t even make a category for my allegory Raised all of your kids, so now I’m coming for all my alimony Married to the streets, but they don’t recognize the matrimony Missionary since the honeymoon, you know it’s mandatory One sixteen on my flesh, I bleed different My kids raised on CHH, I breed different It’s Vincent Bantou on my shelf, I read different I drink the blood, then eat the flesh, my greed different (Ugh, ugh) Aus Songtexte Mania