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Praise God, shame the devil Yeah Head of the class, head of the pack, Heavenly rap Better to master than to be massa'd by petty cash Anything you attached to's a heavy bag Better bet if it's tattooed, it's really that I could never go the ways of the masses Couldn't be a slave to the lashes Rather die than a life full of average Got a King James and it came with a casket Hey, grave digger, fade giver, debate winner Pacin' and impatient 'cause the rage in him Graceless and elated when he spray venom But the Savior took eraser to the hate in him Had to face it, need a face lift Lately, feelin' like a slave to the screen, caught me in HD Had to take a break from the posts like I was Swae Lee Blocked twenty seven accounts, now that's a great week President Dyllie, I need you to impeach me Glory to the King of Kings, I need to decrease The devil was whining and then we dropped "CECE" And I eat beats all week, call me Keith Lee A-B-C, 1-2-3, CSV, KJV Translation, as long as you waitin' for the day to face J.C SongtexteWe on the same team, even though the game may be, ayy Head of the class, head of the pack, Heavenly rap Better to master than to be massa'd by petty cash Anything you attached to's a heavy bag Better bet if it's tattooed, it's really that I could never go the ways of the masses Couldn't be a slave to the lashes Rather die than a life full of average Got a King James and it came with a casket Yeah, mmm Baby, you couldn't pay me Draw the line, who tryna' get it, go 'head and trace me Now you switchin' up for the clout, you did a lame thing Maybe this the real you now, or maybe it's Maybelline Ayy, Keith, what you saying, don't fold up Can't see what I'm painting, let me own up Everything that you chasing, it really own ya' And they seem to like slavery, don't approach us I just dug my own grave and it's lit Traded in my cash for a crown and it fit Please don't ask if we signin' again Puttin' rappers in the ground, the only time I use my pen, right Yeah, blessings still coming from top down Right, you wanna ride with your top down Yeah, how much my price, that's a lot now Yeah, Christ got my masters, I'm— Head of the class, head of the pack, Heavenly rap Better to master than to be massa'd by petty cash Anything you attached to's a heavy bag Better bet if it's tattooed, it's really that I could never go the ways of the masses Couldn't be a slave to the lashes Rather die than a life full of average Got a King James and it came with a casket Yeah, take all my blessings, double it and give 'em to someone else I got more comin', my short comings Been covered by the One who poured out His blood for me to conquer hell Keep on prayin' to the universe, man (Whatever helps) You might assume that you know all my views 'Cause you watched some dude on YouTube misusin' some Scripture I'm sure you've contemplated the wisdom of the ages and came to the conclusion, you see the whole picture You need to look at the Leviathan There go another bruised ego, amigo I don't wanna hear you play the world's smallest violin You see me stuntin' with my Daddy and I'm stylin' The Son of Man took His fishin' I cast inside my ambition And now we reelin' the mission Convertin' way too effecient I turned my pride down to listen The fear of God been— If He was healing the sick, He healed me Aye, head of the class, head of the pack, Heavenly rap Better to master than to be massa'd by petty cash Anything you attached to's a heavy bag Better bet if it's tattooed, it's really that I could never go the ways of the masses Couldn't be a slave to the lashes Rather die than a life full of average Got a King James and it came with a casket What you mean, "It came in a casket"? That mean it's dead, it's done Like your careers, you bums Aus Songtexte Mania