"100 DEGREE SUMMER" at Hollywood Beach, Florida

Whose glory are we chasing?

And they all say

Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Look at you go, oh-oh, oh-oh

Wait till you blow, oh-oh, oh-oh

You're gonna hit bi-i-i-i-ig

Get big for what?

I don't know, been trying to understand it

That's the question at hand with all the flattery of fandom

Some people believe in you, but they also believe in fame

And think the highest achievement is glorifying your name

Yo, if you gotta say it, you gotta say it

Try to teach me how to run the game, I don't wanna play it

If you hustle, you could take your seat up among the stars

Kick your feet up at the table, feeding on their applause

Livin' large, like a boss

But tell me, where is God in the midst of this?

Uh

Does He not despise all this wickedness?

Motive and the message, they don't really sound the same

Said you gotta shoot your shot

But left me questioning the aim

I'm moving midi notes on the computer, tryna make sounds

Chopping kicks and chopping snares to get the break down

I'm praying over every session

Every lyric meant to worship God in heaven

But they all say

Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Look at you go, oh-oh, oh-oh

Wait till you blow, oh-oh, oh-oh

You're gonna hit bi-i-i-i-ig

Get big for what?

Get big for what?

I'm moving midi notes on the computer, tryna make sounds

Chopping kicks and chopping snares to get the break down

I'm praying over every session

Every lyric meant to worship God in heaven

But they all say

What's that?

You really want it?

You gotta have it?

Well go and get it

What's that?

Already got it?

It left you asking, get big for what?

Maybe for praise and opportunity

To plant your flag and arrange a proper eulogy

Maybe to prove that you all up in your bag

But your pride could get sacked like jewelry

You looking for royalties, then bow

Lower brow, check your loyalty to the crown

Oh

Look at you go

Wait till you blow, yeah

You're gonna hit big, child!

Get big for what?

Get big for wha-a-a? Yeah

Get big for what?

They say, you're gonna hit big, child!

Get big for what?

I'm moving midi notes on the computer, tryna make sounds

Chopping kicks and chopping snares to get the break down

I'm praying over every session

Every lyric meant to worship God in heaven

But they all say

I'm moving midi notes on the computer, tryna make sounds

Chopping kicks and chopping snares to get the break down

I'm praying over every session

Every lyric meant to worship God in heaven

But they all say

Get big for what?