Idols

You see me And get so confused Thinkin' that I'm crazy But I say look at you Look at all you do I'm not the one who's Worshipping some dude My God is forever But yours is coming to an end I look at all these god emcees Ex-con emcees Gotta purse on your arm emcee Wearing a gown like they about to go to prom emcee I'm God's emcee About to come and drop emcees I guess they're not emcees They make melodies now Well my harmonies God-given Give Jesus Christ a smile I laugh when they say lyricisms Goin' out of style 'Cause I'm the epitome it And I'm just coming out, yeah I'm over here collecting bodies Won't you pass the plate The magistrate I'm at a place You couldn't even calculate With six calculators An asian, apps on your tablet's face I'm coming with the truth The head band, I'm Piercing past the greats I'm on a new level God's hand's where my throne at I'm sacrificing goats Like it's Genesis, where your bros at Pull ‘em out the refrigerator Have ‘em check the toe tag Let ‘em see their idols Then we zip back up the cold bag Talk to 'em He say he a god He a god Pull up Skkrrrrrtt Groupies at his car Vroom Vroom We love you Always covered in frost Ice Ice Brrrrr This the god leading y'all Aye he the god Nah, nah, nah, nah But he say he a god Ha Ha Ha Nah, Nah I know he ain't a god Nah, nah, nah, nah My God created you Boy what you on Aahh Why can't I talk about Jesus Jesus Jesus They mistreat us Say we coonin' following where massa leads us They don't believe us Say that the Messiah never freed us How is it freedom when legally We're still shot and beaten They say the black man's god Well, maybe Jesus was killed by his people If a brotha's actin crazy We'll be quick to shoot 'em up Bag the momma of his baby He's the god but when he cross us His life is for the taking But I'm lookin to a different cross Cause of it, I'm picked apart I'd rather glorify our creator Than drugs, expensive cars The one with the baddest female And he can spit a bars When you broke You become envious of those living large So they idolize rappers I'm here to humble them You call them allah But one single verse will muzzle em These Little men turn to X's God's had enough of them He's been watchin' from heights Now I'm finna empty the drum on them He say he a god He a god Pull up Skkrrrrrtt Groupies at his car Vroom Vroom We love you Always covered in frost Ice Ice Brrrrr This the god leading y'all Aye he the god Nah, nah, nah, nah But he say he a god Ha Ha Ha Nah, Nah I know he ain't a god Nah, nah, nah, nah My God created you Boy what you on Aahh Aye he the god But he say he a god I know he ain't a god Aye he the god But he say he a god I know he ain't a god