[Chorus: Bryann Trejo]
Hey, you don't pray the way you suppose to pray, do you?
You don't say, what you suppose to say, do you?
You don't live the way you suppose to live
You don't forgive the way God forgive
You don't really know who Jesus is, do you?
[Verse 1: Bryann Trejo]
You got good at, hidin' things that make you look bad
You shouldn't look at, the things you know you shouldn't look at
Keep your hocus pocus, you act bogus wit your flaws, man
It's that to say you still got mocos in your nose, man
Get ready for the kick off, lift off, it's hip hop, dippin' from the rock
Kick off, yeah, if you flip flop flip, you get no respect
Hey, this that born again believin', on my way to Sunday service
Can't you see what Jesus doin', how He movin' in my worship
Hit the super bowl with my brothers, let us huddle up like it's the last down
Any other name that exalt itself, hеy, let the truth be told, and gеt cast down
What you finna' do when the demon come approach you?
Why you finna' do it if the devil doesn't know you?
He will expose you, watch what he show you
That ain't really you, when you rappin' on the Pro Tool
Don't fall for the hype, they do it for likes
It's all about stage, it's all about mics
It's all about them, they say it's not them
They playin' pretend and they comin' for Christ
I'm aimin' at the serpent head until his head come off
I'm holdin' on this double edge, watch how I set this off
Don't be so hideous, don't be a hypocrite
Don't be illiterate, don't be an idiot
You be considerate, you should consider it
[?] consider the love that is 'gitimate
I'm on the internet, all on the internet
Christ is the King of Kings, no one get rid of 'em
This is the literal, intimate, sentiment
I could care less, who don't like, who ain't feelin' it, yeah
Hey, you don't pray the way you suppose to pray, do you?
You don't say, what you suppose to say, do you?
You don't live the way you suppose to live
You don't forgive the way God forgive
You don't really know who Jesus is, do you?
[Verse 1: Bryann Trejo]
You got good at, hidin' things that make you look bad
You shouldn't look at, the things you know you shouldn't look at
Keep your hocus pocus, you act bogus wit your flaws, man
It's that to say you still got mocos in your nose, man
Get ready for the kick off, lift off, it's hip hop, dippin' from the rock
Kick off, yeah, if you flip flop flip, you get no respect
Hey, this that born again believin', on my way to Sunday service
Can't you see what Jesus doin', how He movin' in my worship
Hit the super bowl with my brothers, let us huddle up like it's the last down
Any other name that exalt itself, hеy, let the truth be told, and gеt cast down
What you finna' do when the demon come approach you?
Why you finna' do it if the devil doesn't know you?
He will expose you, watch what he show you
That ain't really you, when you rappin' on the Pro Tool
Don't fall for the hype, they do it for likes
It's all about stage, it's all about mics
It's all about them, they say it's not them
They playin' pretend and they comin' for Christ
I'm aimin' at the serpent head until his head come off
I'm holdin' on this double edge, watch how I set this off
Don't be so hideous, don't be a hypocrite
Don't be illiterate, don't be an idiot
You be considerate, you should consider it
[?] consider the love that is 'gitimate
I'm on the internet, all on the internet
Christ is the King of Kings, no one get rid of 'em
This is the literal, intimate, sentiment
I could care less, who don't like, who ain't feelin' it, yeah
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