Yeah, yeah, yeah
Giving praise
Lord, thank you, I thank you
I'm so grateful

I can see that I ain't you
I can see that I ain't you
Yeah, my light's shining in the dark
But you already know I got a gun in my heart

Straight from the sharks
Because all they wanna do is tear it apart
Nigga, a kiss
Let me bow down, Lord, and make a wish

I pray I see Christmas
I pray that they say dismiss
I pray that they say, ooh, what's this
Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I'm convinced

That they ain't got nothing for me
No, girl, let me hold that, homie
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm not phony
Being good, I'm not phony

And you should already know they can't clone me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I think you owe me
Pay up
Labor

Favors
I know the one that's greater
Yeah, Jehovah's job will be the place I stay at
My provider

Hater, hater, hater, hater
See you later, later, later, later
I'm up for that paper, paper, paper, paper
But I know my Lord is greater, greater

Money is the root of all evil, I know that, homie
But you ain't gotta sit back and just blow that, homie
Just leave me alone
Like Mike

The Ike
The Pipe
The Ike
The Night

The Fight
The Hype
The Mic
I'm not droppin

I'm still poppin
I'm still knockin
On heaven's door, tryna explore more
To go to court, or to go to war

You should already know I got it from the floor
Yeah, my style is pure
Yeah, I'm not a boy or girl
Man, you sure already knew where I stand

The lions in the sand
Yeah, I never ran
When it came to it, I already had
Them asses are playin

That's the B-I-B-I-B-I-L-A
You should already know, yeah, I get it
Yeah, they be trippin
And you trippin' again

I'm from Michigan
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm gettin' it
Let me call up my Mexican
Yeah

I know some Mexicans, that's my friends
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got some ends
Yeah, yeah, yeah, to hell I'll be
Ain't got no time to pretend

All you gotta do is tell me when
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it in
I make it sound so good, if you would think it's sense