Gotta give it back (I gotta thank you somehow)
From the womb he put me on the map (you're the reason I'm here)
No intentions for platinum plaques and stacks (no intentions whatsoever)
I'ma give it to you straight, no caps (you're a little too old to be using those terms)
Plenty of grace in my stock but I ain't got no faith
Penetrates in my block but I ain't showing no face
Plenty hate on my part, chalked up my own trace
Too much weight in my heart
Yeah, out the gate I abate, no trait
Cut me up with a knife, Sharron Tate, no wait
Conversion in 08, irate, like the saints can't levitate
Is it something I ate?
Or maybe it's something I ain't
Plenty hate, 28, heavy plates, many weights
You faith in a cave, innovate your straight
How do you expect to live in a state?
Dividends in, but I'm living in sin
Belittling friends and I'ma
Living rippling trends, pop sickening meds
Ain't dribbling mess, and
Reading quibbling text, feeding, eating
Chex mix meeting, meaningless sex
Bleeding and needing to fix this
(Jesus help!) Plenty of grace in my stock but I ain't got no faith
Penetrates in my block but I ain't showing no face
Plenty hate on my part, chalked up my own trace
Too much weight in my heart
Yeah (huh!)
I'm a mess at the moment (at the moment)
Under construction but I'm moving forward (forward)
They expect you to be like Moses (be like Moses)
Once you sign that Christian enrollment (Christian enrollment, huh!)
I'm a sinner and I know it! (Know it!)
Caused so much harm and I own it (own it)
I'm feeling drunk like Noah (Noah)
Head pound that I might blow up (I might blow up)
I went from my permanent cage (permanent cage)
Due to my murderous days (murderous days)
Went through my reformative phase (reformative phase)
Now I'm stuck in my purgative stage (purgative stage)
But I sleep on grace (on grace)
But at least I'm a conservative face, and (conservative face)
I get to speak on a stage (on a stage)
'Bout my past freak on days, now (freak on days)
Trying to get rid of my dark side (dark side)
So, I'll sit on a park, I'd
Be skimming through Mark 5 (Mark 5)
Look, pretty girl just walked by
How's my beard, where is my mock 5? (Mock 5)
Oops, we just locked eyes (locked eyes)
Please be my wife (be my wife)
She'll never be my wife (yeah)
This goes out to all you men out there
Who are inclined to submit yourself to your lowest faculties
In the most pathetic manner
You effeminate men
Think you were created in order to consume
Endless amounts of pleasure without any consequences?
Put your damn video games and smartphones down
And pick up something heavy
Do something arduous for once
Pray daily!
Submit yourselves under the interior discipline
Learn a trade, buy some land
Get married and have lots of kids
So that you may one day raise a generation of virtuous warriors
Learn the rules of the retrogrades!
I'm done with y'all