Better - Intellectual

[Intro]

Hey, hey

Might bang, are we live?

[Chorus]

I, I, I, I, I had to pick it up and get it back together

I was needin' of my sweater

Turned around and then somehow I changed the weather

I was heavy, now I'm lighter than a feather

The devil wanted me to switch

I said that I would never ever, ever, ever, ever, ever

If you wanna beef, I like to click it by applyin' pressure

Got the Spirit without measurеs, so I'm good, never been bettеr

Screamin' "Holy is the Lamb" while drinkin' seltzer

The way I read my Bible, they think that I'm a professor

I do profess to know that Jesus is the head of headers

They confused 'cause they ain't know a Christian could be such a stepper

Huh, ride around town chillin' with free debtors

If you see a demon runnin', know that we was the aggressor

Uh huh, okay, pull this out so my Bible readin' letters

I just read Jesus in red, He said He with me, like, wherever

Okay!

[Verse]

Jesus, where do You stay?

I'm just tryna be where You at, 'cause You done crossed the devil like filet

Pulled up three in his face, I just eat, sleep, and obey

Pray and pray so I ain't pray, then I go and be on my way

Mary, Mary had a little Lamb whose feet was white as snow

So I'm takin' Jesus Christ to everybody that I know

I was dodgin' all this bull like I was in a rodeo

Got me feelin' like he forty, God gon' tell me when to go

I got fuego comin' out my soul, I feel like Romeo

I, I know that God love you 'cause the Bible tell me so

Got the Armor of God on me, head, shoulders, knees and toes

Find out Jesus was my brother, you ain't messin' with my bro, grr

We don't talk much, jumpin' like it's hopscotch

Yes, I still milli' rock wit' no dope inside my socks

Still shootin' at the opps (Pssh), don't come at my block (Okay)

Demons in my DMs, I might hit 'em with the block

Yeah, ride around, they like "Who this?" (Who?)

Red Tips, but you knew this (Oh, yeah)

Too gone for, like, too long and not too strong to be Judas

Got a juicebox in my backpack and a sauce pack, and I'll use it

Turnt up to the max like Brutus

I don't think they knew I could do this

This that make you Diddy Bop to the tippy-top

Goin' up, better check the stock, we about to pop

Ain't no thing, 'bout to change the game, click-clack, let it bang

I got range, I got fire, flame, callin' on my name