[VERSE ONE - BUMPS INF]

Most my writtens when I'm finished go directly in the trash

I'm kinda like the Browns, I've had some questionable drafts

The flesh it can get bad, especially in da lab

I lose my way a bit like GPS's when they crash

So the bars that have been crafted, when God's considered absent

That's playing with fire like an arsonist with matches

If I ain't got ya spirit when I'm talking to the masses

I hope I pump the brakes like a car that sits in traffic

Have mercy, give me grace just whеre I need it

Homie if you knew what was at stakе, well then you'd eat it

But you can't cuz you're anemic

Unable to receive it

Fully in denial, but you ain't swimmin' in Egypt

The cornerstone is who the builders rejected

He still seeks and saves the lost like a real good detective

I'm revealing the message for the children that's guessing

Who they father is like Jada telling Will that she's pregnant

[VERSE TWO - BUMPS INF]

I don't like to fight cuz it might or it might not get ugly

But if it's "on site" like what an eye doctor studies

My Glock is lovely

Red laser beam so clean it would make Cyclops give mine props and hug me

Can my God make time stop? Well buddy

Did Dylan walk 805 blocks for Puffy?

Let me save some time, the answer is "yes"

He's still the king that's on the throne and He demands His respect

He's there when you all alone like an advance on a check

And more intense than white people who go camping in vests

The plan has been set since the Lamb and His death

So woe to any man who suggest he can handle the rest

Sins a problem homie, you can't fix it

The world He oversees like me on a Ukraine visit

Could you hang with Him? Or you reign?

That's like you sayin' Saddam Hussein's noose ain't fit him

There's no one higher on the food chain, pimpin'

That's why His L column still got a goose egg in it

Throwing up more W's than the Westside Connection

More dubs than the left side of website addresses