Hebrews 13:6 (feat. Skilla Baby)

Young **** with the Buffs on but I'm not cocky

I have Courtney ring your bell, I know God body

Vegan ****, I be meditatin', I know God 'bout me

Pray about it, I don't stress about it, I know God got me

Slide on a **** with the sticks, this is not hockey

We be runnin' with the mafia, I feel like John Gotti

Bro be passing rocks like the '80s, call him John Stockton

Gotta get another recipe, this shit not lockin'

Gangstas and rappers in my hood got the block rock

We be on the road to studio 'cause we ain't got options

Talkin' all in codes when we on phones, we know the cops watchin'

They don't know what time we be on, they ain't got watches

Put one eye on this money and I'ma Fetty Wap it

Hit the studio right after Halloween, these scary hours

We be maskin' up but don't do Covid unless he Fetti boxin'

My fiends said they like they girl thick like Meg Thee Stallion

Got my chakras right and got aligned, Kundalini risin'

My new bitch related to Mussolini, she Italian

She think I'm an Olympian when she seen me medallion

How I'm in the streets and in the church, and I keep the balance

Heavy weight, I put in with my hands, you ain't peep the callus

Wake up, I give praise to the savior in my sky

Don't care if you pray to Yahweh or Allah

Know that He within me, I'm connected like it's wifi

And still, I run up top while I'm chillin' on my down time

So we say with confidence

"The Lord is my helper, I will not be afraid"

Hebrew 13:6

I be praying a lot, but I don't worry, known to keep the peace

I know Christian **** that'll murk you in a Jesus piece

I know freaky church girls and street **** that don't keep it street

Young **** get off that demon time, let Jesus speak

When the darkness falls, they in your room like they pullin' teeth

Alphabet boys got on yo' ass and you ain't keep it G

Tryna keep the peace, I ain't worried 'bout what dog said

Arm, leg, leg, arm, head, get 'em all dead

G-O-D-B-O-D-Y, we don't call feds

I'on bang, but if it's for the blues, leave 'em all red

I aint beefin' with no **** sleepin' in a small bed

O-P-P-D-I-E, die but we don't off kids

Catch 'em and then air with his tongue out with the bald head

Michael Jordan jumpin' from the foul line, we ball, yeah

Call me Al, put him on a crucifix, get 'em crossed, yeah

I treat all my **** like we equal 'cause we all men

DTE, we heard they lights on, we cut 'em off, yeah

Spig look like a kennel, how he out here sellin' dog, yeah

You can't stand the rain, cut his water off, yeah

Play like he Lamar, no, I ain't Meech, we knock 'em off, yeah