Keanu's Song

We ain't never want no fame

Me and Jesus like Jordan and James

'Cause you can't talk about me without bringing up His name

Name, name, name, His name, okay

Too high where I'm liftin' and protein mixed in

And nobody finna get in his way, okay

Got the right dude, living like you finna die soon

Fly through like a tycoon, light through like it's high noon

Or the night too, might move like I'm 9'2

This weight, heavy, uh, heavy, uh, heavy, uh, okay, yeah

Momma that's him again "Mister make 'em live again"

The world that you livin' in, I'm on the whole other side of the pendulum

I've been Frank never been about the Benjamins

If I do brag, I'ma brag how my Mrs. never misses

And I never had no mistresses

Yeah boy, ooh, uh, ooh, uh, ooh, uh (talk your talk)

Okay, okay, yeah that's him again

Trigger finger itchin' for a lie I can kill again

Let me cook boy, I'ma need a Michelin

Straight from the source I don't need a middleman

They could put a M on my head like it's Michigan

Win again, score after score, Hans Zimmer playin'

Focus on my riddlin', I got story after story, condominiums

They send the calvary but every weapon missin' Him

I go to Calvary I'm living where the Spirit is

Definitive living in, just look at me and Jesus twinnin' 'em

Twinnin' 'em, finish each other's sentences

Too many weak men with a gym membership

You ain't really militant you just want attention

Ooh (I surrender all)

Daddy, I love you

Are you saying that 'cause I let you get on the song? (Yeah)

What's your favorite thing about God?

That He made you

Singing my song, I'm just singing my song

Yeah man, K to the second letter

Came in this thing, I'm on 'em early

Pretty preachy, pretty churchy in the temple like I'm Shirley, yeah, yeah

Smile, yeah you always see my pearlys 'til the day I'm at the pearly's

Kingdom stepping and it's sturdy

Listen, they gon' do you dirty, another rapper gettin' pervy

I'm the rapper that you need when your home is gettin' buried

I'm like Curry droppin' 30 and my 30's need a 30 for the 30

Make a doc on how your boy ain't got no worries, yeah, yeah

I ain't worried, yeah, yeah, I know I'm wordy, yeah

If we talkin' Curry, got a Lamb that I'm servin' pardon me

I'm pardoned by the Judge and the jury punchlines really flurry's

Run to God in a hurry, yeah, yeah, yeah

We don't do Bugatti's, you can keep the party

And my boo godly, a different kind of hottie

But I do buy what she wore like the Saudis

She be wanting purpose over purses, what a calling

Holy, holy, make it clear you know it's us

Still 40 deep and unashamed when we rolling up

Childlike faith, I never changed, I ain't growing up

I'm the brass of if this is corny I ain't slowing up

And it's like that, yeah, yeah, it's like that

Yeah, I'm like that, yeah, your boy's like that

Is you like that homie? Yeah, I'm like that

Yeah, it's like that, yeah, yeah