Peanut brittle frame with a Burger King crown
Peanut brittle frame with a Burger King crown
Peanut brittle frame with a Burger King crown
Bur-bur-ger-ger-ger-ger King crown
(Repeat)
Christ is King forever, thatâs a daily basis
And you ainât even in his league, your swaggerâs very basic
You need a visual, say my words are very basic
Old school computers, your software is 80s basic.
The speakers knockinâ and agree this beat is very bass-inâ
Repent believe and your dumped out in this cherry basin
Cherry red for the bloodshed, no hesitation
Defense attorney for your murder, Perry Mason
And you did it, and I did it also
How so? Que padro? Both clearly chase that guapo
Non stopp-o to grace thatâs muy largo
Still canât even touch âem like Murcielagos at the car show
But nobody agrees with me, Christ ainât really tight to them
Of course they see like Stevie do, light ainât really light to them
They just wanna live to scheme then buy the crowns, Cross the cheek
Pride the size of Texas man more powerful, thatâs Reepicheep
Mickey Mouse or Minnie, Iâm like really 50 billi
You donât take Christâs love so serious âcause your money is silly
You laughinâ to the bank and you eatinâ up all your cake
Verily verily Sarah Lee, buddy you gonâ bake, aye
Burger King crown swaggers anybody frontinâ on âem
Christ and his bellator on, trust me heâll be stuntinâ on âem
Showinâ up in all his glory, whiter than Drakeâs Grammy shoes
Sani twos, very smooth, I bet you see that Daddy rules
Hey you can make it rain, well I prefer the sunshine
Runninâ up in this life that step to the gun line
Peanut brittle frame, think you hard but man you sweet
Dash to the second round, rockinâ rock that boy to sleep
Aye I dot my Iâs and cross my Tâs and wear my faith up on my sleeve
At his will I used to sneeze but now you find me on my knees
Pause, select button, I ainât talkinâ video games
Iâm talkinâ prayinâ submission before I wouldn't play those games
Snatched me up like Kano man, took my heart into his hand
I had identity crisis but nothing like 'juana man
I was tryna ball though, ticks of the clock head
Exposed me as a fraud and some roll-its in my cockpit
Tryna drive my life when I didnât have the manuscripts
Word Iâd Excel from whatâs up in My Documents
Follow me, Iâm peanut brittle, Iâm still as I see it now
Blessinâ all the weak and Iâm his sheep, he is leadinâ out
Matthew Mark Luke John and them wrote wisdom then my mama them
Iâm just tryna be like him and closer than some homonyms
Worship my Creator he is greater then my mind is him
Stuck on my paper crown, just so I can honor him
Hey you can make it rain, well I prefer the sunshine
Runninâ up in this life that step to the gun line
Peanut brittle frame, think you hard but man you sweet
Dash to the second round, rockinâ rock that boy to sleep
- :
- Dying to Live
- Redemption
- Black Out
- Black Out Instrumentals
- X2012
- Hold Me Down
- Murder Swag
- PSA, Volume 2
- PSA, Volume 1
- Before I Die
- Be a Pro, Vol. 2
- Real Grown Biz
- The Man, the Myth, the Gift
- The World Ends: Afro Rock & Psychedelia in 1970s Nigeria
- Blacky Joe
- My Name Is Pro (The Introduction)
- Overtime
- Hold Me Down - Single