Letras
What they know about Jesus Christ, I'm trying to set the motto
Say Christ could take a wheel and I ain't talking, grant theft auto
I'm trying to spread the word across the country like vibrato
I'm sick of all the sin, they trying to call me snot nose
I'm breaking down the boat, I'm trying to get the cargo
Wherever Jesus Christ is finna go, then I'ma follow
I might just take a chance like I'm the rapper from Chicago
There ain't no promise for tomorrow, uh
And I might take a trip to hit the Mar-a-Lago
What, what, what, ok, what, huh
Like Ahadrach and Abednego we hopping out the furnace
They threw me in their fire, then they thought I started burning
I'm covered by the blood, they can't even test my epidermis
And when I get to heaven, I say thank you for your service
Cause they can't even touch the kid, I think this thing is working
What they know about Jesus Christ, I'm trying to set the motto
I ain't talking, grant theft auto I'm trying to spread the word across the country
Like vibrato I'm sick of all the sin, they trying to call
Me snot-nose
What, what, what, ok, what, uh huh
My Bible got a trigger, but it's not a Glock
I said la-da-da-da-da, okay Pull it with the holy Bible whip, not a Glock
Devil might get chopped up, he on the chopping block train
It's time to go, I grab my shoes and my socks
What they know about Jesus Christ, I'm trying to set the motto
Say Christ could take the wheel and I ain't talking, grant theft auto
I'm trying to spread the word across the country like vibrato
I'm sick of all the sin, they trying to call me snot-nose
I'm breaking down the boat, I'm trying to get the cargo
Wherever Jesus Christ is finna go, then I'ma follow
I might just take a chance like I'm the rapper from Chicago
Ain't no promise for tomorrow And I might take a trip to hit the Mar-a-Lago
What, what, what, what
They say, Alex, man, you smell good, that's Ferragamo
Tell myself, no matter what, I'm still gon' stick with God, though
I might go eat the word like it was fondue